Rose in the court of Thorns
Arrayed as victim,
Loaded against her all dice,
Rose stood, her face grim.
Her virtues vain versus vice,
All mute was she like frost ice.
Versus vice of thorns
Her virtues wrestled for voice,
He wins who has horns,
And poor Rose had little choice,
Cornered, she lost poise.
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Tanka |34.12.2018, revised October 2024|
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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