Rose
I am called splendid rose by everyone
No mean I am says anyone
They say they are pricked up by thorns to own
Don't they know inbetween thorns I am born
Ever they understand amidst thorns I am worn.
Copyright © Aruna Yadav | Year Posted 2015
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