a poem by Sheela Chalapathi ramananda, India

Thought that Life is a bed of roses
Shocked by the prickly thorns in it
Angered with the Maker’s deception
Cursed everyone responsible for it
Suspected every soft and fragrant petal.

Lost faith in the World and the Maker!

Learnt tolerance and stoicism
Grew resilient and strong
Thanked the prickly thorns
Snuggled into the soft bed
Conscious of the thorns hidden in it.

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