Saw a flower on a dung heap ,
Rose _ petal delicate , graceful like a queen
Swinging proudly on a barbed wire fence
Among her rough slum- dwelling friends ,
Suddenly , shockingly , shedding all grace
She spat such vituperative fire
At her enemy - friend
That it dispelled all my fears
She had thorns ,
Her tools for survival .
Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013
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