By: Manas Chaturvedi
NOTE: This poem is not written by us. It’s written by Ashish Singh, a friend of ours, and an up and coming poet. Enjoy his good work:
Thornless they say, withers and does die a rose.
A rose, I once did protect too and hold.
But strange is she, and strong.
For she, has learnt to live without her beloved thorn…