Be a Rose

The first few times, you reacted to hate and hurt yourself
The expressive rose was torn by its thorns

The next few times you learnt to get hurt
The petals, even before it bloomed, dried

Your helping mind was quoted to be exited
And was put in troubled waters, agitated

Your love was termed a clear confusion
And you were a football for others opinion

The ego-less giving, rejected off-late
and made to sail in the unknown sea of hate - But

You will bloom like the lotus in the mud
You will blossom like the rose amongst the thorns

Learning to bloom even in mud
Living and Loving even the thorns