Ode to a Rose

What cold and aggressive early morning can do to you.Let me know what you feel. click on my name to send a message to me - Kochikkaran

Early morning dews,
Formed tear drops for the rose.
A memory remain of the cold night.
Darkness,demons,wild beasts and beautiful women.
Who want the rose to adore them.
A grave either way.

He recalled the women -
Who was loved by its parents.
Who mercilessly ,one day took them away.

No long he trusts people .
Death for him in everyone's eyes.
If not an envy to burn him raw.
A grave either way.

In times he has learned-
that beauty comes for a price.
But he still chose to bloom.
To face the world eye to eye.
And to fight an innevitable death.
Guiding the army of thorns ,
He rules his own kingdom.

Odes to you my friend.
For I can never fight a battle-
That I can't win.
I will remember you -
As a warrior who never gave up.