Emerge From Roses

Rose flower stalk

With a fragrant, soft stylus,

Becomes

Black letters

Written from, liquid - flowing ink

Of selfishness.

And stalk also becomes

Strong magnetic.

These words prick someone

Like the sharp thorns of a rose,

And gradually become mountains 

To stop the lower clouds.

Numerous bad thoughts are generated

In the womb of those mountains.

So many monasteries of crystallized intelligence,

Sometimes become

Odourless - liquefied.

Yeah! Sometimes those black letters 

Started smelling.

Because then,

Those black letters of the pink pen,

Spread themselves

In the air of any poor village,

And to do care of the body 

Of any weak person

And

…

And I know,

You’ll also think!

To do something like this,

So that every black letter should enforce itself to orate,

About your rose life.

Won't you think?