A Life of Challenge

For want of rose,
I bore the prick
For want of the scent
I pressed it upon

My love for the rose
Its color, its scent
Its beauty..
Beats the pain..

For want of fame
I ran, i swam
The pain was sweet

For want of love,
I bore the insult

For want of light
I bore the sun
For want of mirth
I stood in the rains

For want of success
I clung to my passion
I stood up, spoke out
Demanded

For want of joy, I gave it to others
I am living. Not surviving.

For want of the rose
I dared to pluck
For want of the rose
I dared the thorn.

Published by Sang

I am a freelance writer. I write what comes to my mind.

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