Thorns of Rose

For the world,
You're an eyesore,
You hinder my beauty
And hurt others,
Your sharp edges ,
Peirce through the delicate skin,
Making everyone bleed
And hating you.
Still they love me to the extent,
Just because of my appearance and delicacy.
But for me, you're my protector,
You kept me hidden under your shield,
Your sharp edges never ever
Pierced through my delicate petals,
You may be a thorn in other's view,
but to me your are much more,
I'm still a beauty just because of your protection.

- Farheen
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