If life is an endless
train with umpteen compartments halting at every station
we are the travellers.
If life is a mirror
hold it up towards ourselves
and watch our countless manifestations.
If ‘life is a tale told by an idiot’
we are all idiots.
And if life is not a bed of roses
it is not the rose plants to blame.
We should keep in mind the eternal truth while
plucking sweet-scented rose blooms
we might have to suffer the needles of thorns
piercing our skin, with blood oozing out,
if not careful.
For each rose flower
there are hundreds of thorns
in a rose plant.
I wonder whether there is a
rose plant without thorns ….
sometimes yes, sometimes no…
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