Alone Beauty
No one walks on that forlorn way
No one lives on that shattered field
No one enjoys that broken pavement
Because the thorns live alone there
The thorns cultivate themselves lonely
The thorns become the savior of beauty
And the beauty is a rose of nature.
©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2025
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