Golden Twigs

by Venkat

Are we twigs, golden
Lifeless
To be possessed

Are we leaves, withered
Lifeless
To be thrown

Are we roses, real
Alive
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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