In the garden of life,
I was dropped,
Perhaps as a negligence
Perhaps as a preference.

Struggling with wind,
Lingering in the eyes,
I grew among the thorns.

Never viewed a site,
That could brew my might.
Until the day your eyes
Caught my lonely life.

I'm the rose you chose
Your thorns protect me to pose
Every shingles of my life
Now play a tune of our new flight.

© Amrita Chandan