Her Survival

Her charm was like the beautiful red rose

Her beauty was akin to the thorns and green leaves

Her face blushed when she smiled like the red colour of the rose

Her cuteness overflowed like this fresh flower

Her beauty that she spreads like the fragrance of the rose

Strangely attracted the predator to her....

Like the rose that can shed it's petals..

Like the rose that can cause others to bleed with it's thorns

She tried hard to resist the oppressor

Finally she succeeds and grins like a dry rose that can outlive time and space

Remember like the thorns that can bleed anyone,

Her ink can be used to bleed you....!!