Why unkempt meadows are lovelier than gardens manicured;
wild roses shine brighter than those in vase?
Why world surrenders to the beauty divine, of nature unbound
and hails both sun and rains on grass?
Why sounds of the sun ever unheard still heal us all
and sights unseen tingle our mind?
Why such beauty wild, free, liberating, we all coronate
yet trample with our steps unkind?
Have you ever been a rebel?
Do we disagree with our parents because they would not let us be the "cool" popular person peer pressure pushes us to be? Well if we dont like it why should it be enforced, we might debate. So why do parents not concur? Is it because they want that 'traditions' be kept alive or simply out of safety concerns?
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STING
A tender rose, I sway, not far
I smile a sunny smile
I dance in the wind, in rainy shower
Never go beyond 'the mile'.
Said they, I have a silly stem
Said they it holds me, cruel
They say I am bright, I could shine at night
unfurl and win a duel
Said they, my thorn is sharp and stings
They think its a heartless snake
But hey, no ground is ever clean
Until it meets the rake!
In you, my stem and beloved thorn
I trust with my eyes shut tight
No mighty sun can bring us one
for stars, we need the night
You hold me close, dear mother, my stem
safe, dear father, you keep me
lest, in a day single, I'd wither and fade
Alone a rose, no can be!
-Mx
