The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 48

Morning rose
Under the scorching sun ,
drenched in blood , sweat and tears;
all that can be heard are
the wailings of lonely thoughts on the
run. with malice;
while in fact, it is just protecting it's
secret;
The secret to a life under perfect
balance.
The beauty of a rose is often
neglected down the road of fame.
Leaving nothing but heartache
and a head full of shame. Morning rose, please make me see
the beauty of your instantaneous
pose.
Let me bask under its glory for all
eternity
and it'll forever be my life's
greatest story.
When will the morning rose come
and puncture my soul with its thorns?
At least then, I can hope to fall with
their petals to an everlasting song.
For what I would give,
to fall under the spell of its bliss;
But the search always leads to a miss.
Stretching onto a concocted reality,
I wander deep into the depths of humanity,
leaving the rose in the realm of vanity.
The thorns of a rose seems to be so filled
-Sai Karthik