Petals and prickles, 
beautiful and painful. 
Spread on the path,
somewhere petals,
somewhere prickles. 
Just like the passing phase of life. 
Sometimes stepping on the petals. 
Sometimes hurt by stepping on prickles,

Petals teaching us the kindness,
encapsulating millions of memory in fragrance. 
Prickles being hurtful, 
hiding the drudgery, 
teaching us self defence and making one stronger. 

Yet the fragrance is worth of everything.
So I overlooked the prickles 
for desire of petals,
in the ambience of pleasing fragrance, 
and that is what made all the difference. 

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