The bush is known by the rose:
the rose that dances upon a thorny stem
with its colorful emotions
and its fragrant love
cheering up the bush
during its short stay.

And when it is gone, the bush recalls
the power of beauty
and stimulated by mere memory
attempts to recreate the rose
in multiple pose
upon the thorny stems.

Thorns are no barriers to birth
of sentient life on earth.

Padma Prasad Devkota

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