A Rose and Her Thorn

By Sushant Shrestha

A rose speaks…

A rose speaks to her thorn

With sorrow in her voice

O dear thorn you live on and on

And I part without a choice

You grow mighty day by day

Whilst I sway with the air

I yearn to be in your place

This ache of dying is not fair

A thorn speaks…

A thorn speaks to his rose

O dearest one I live it too

Like a child I see you grow

Then I die again with you

Even before you bloom again

Rose bush still remains my name

And I rejoice in the rain

Such is the beauty of this game

Now the thorn whispers…

Dearest one I blossom through you

We hold mysteries of divine

Sacred hymns yet to appear

And the songs of celestial wine

The rose wonders…

Dearest one can this be true

That we hold such splendor

Yet I suffer day and night

O why am I then so tender

The thorn whispers again…

Tender ones hold the Truth

See our stillness smile

The eye of the Eternal one

Calls upon us to dance awhile

The rose still speaks… 

The thorn still whispers…