TO A WILD ROSE
Plucked out of nowhere,
Planted in a roundabout,
Everything is like a merry go round.
The world is busy dancing,
Seasons change in style but after all,
Everyone will toast to a wild rose.
She lied when she said she can tame a lion,
She boasted that she was a social creature.
She lied when she thought she can survive a cage,
Hardly did she knows she can't be tamed.
Hardly had she learned that she was a lioness who craved her own lane,
But yes, she too will toast to a wild rose.
To a wild rose that loves to be watched as it blooms from ashes and
To its fragrant healing petals.
To a wild rose , a pluviophile princess who fears thunders.
To a wild rose, a jewel which is hard to find and impossible to forget.
I OF THE MOON( A poem dedicated to me by ABCpoets )
They say it's hard to see the frame when you're in the picture
Stuck in here
Quite and cold
Eyes are heavy as if I'm going to cry cause every time I see you running
I can't talk
I can't walk
I can't work
My body's weak as church mouse but I am not afraid of you
You've learnt to swim in the ocean of sharks
Now... I am over the moon cause you got a new bike
Climbing like baboons
This track is a stack of smiling snakes if you can't be wise they will bite your bum
Be you
Be full of Beans
Do it
Find your feet
Go,run
Find your extra mile
Don't miss any
Don't miss the boat
Talk wise
Don't sit on the fence
Read their mind
Hit the books
Grab your pad and a pen
Poke your nose into it
Till I come rain and shine I'll see you in a heaven.
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