Thorns and Rose

Gracious are those petals of rose, Whose beauty heralds love in the world, Whose fragrance with its divine wand, Steals the heart of appealing ones. Cursed are those thorns of rose, Whose deeds are pricked by world, Who once protected the expectant, But are now envied by selfish world. Such are the roses of flunked success, Who under the chaos of wealth and fame, Forget those trembling thorns of love, Who protected them from being torned by world. Thorns are as lotus stem, Rot in mud to bloom the bud, But are loathed by immoral world, But are loathef by immoral world.