Your Roses and My Love
Thanks for your roses, you gave,
And thanks for the thorn in it.
It will ever remind me of you,
And,
It will remind me of a trance.
Tears of love don’t cause sorrow,
They become pearls.
But why can’t I shed tears for you?
My past,
Why don’t I love you?
Packets of envy and pride in you,
Let not me love you, my love.
Still I will hate you with love,
My rose, I will thrash you with flowers,
My past, I will hate you with love.
By: Raj Basyal
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