Golden Twigs

by Venkat

Are we twigs, golden
To be possessed

Are we leaves, withered
To be thrown

Are we roses, real
To feel the bloom
To know the thorn
A life short to keep
Yet to hold for long

4 Comments to “Golden Twigs”

  1. I don’t know about you, but I sure feel like a thorn these days . . . Nice poem!

  2. A good question we tend to ask ourselves

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