Life is the Rose With Thorns


You say ‘Life is too complicated’,

Yes, I agree it is indeed.

Distorted, wrenched, cursed,

It is nothing but convoluted.

But you fail to register the truth,

No, it’s not just only dreadful.

Each coin has its two faces,

For ‘The beauty and the Beast’, co-exist.

Life is like a beautiful rose,

With its beauty, commendable.

Just like a rose, it carries thorns,

You have to admire pain to know happiness.

You have to weaken to get the strength,

You have to ruin and you’ll feel the beauty within.

You have to bear the thorns,

Before you reach the rose.

But no, thorns are not the only thing you see,

For the beauty of the rose is what life is.