thorn of rose

your poem reminds me of
the rose that I once was

who ever tried to prick me wrongly
I pushed ahead my thorn

whosoever loved me
I lay bare all with which I was born

my petals
no resistance
till another rose like me was born

The guys went forlorn
as many came over to my fertilizing lawn..
when many more colourful roses were born
morn after morn

sad so many continued to be torn
mans world they say
why were you a gal born?