A Rose has time travelled with her observation few,
Its beauty has string tied to her heart and pull,
It pains but it aids her heart's disorder by slight pull,
Pull is slight for few sees as time invites natural amnesia,
It bloomed but she observed not,
She was feasted, eyes and mind by varities of others,
Peculiar nector is carved in her brain as sculptor carving on stones,
Taste through memories of her are felt few times,
She was busy in world of varieties and sustenance,
In different garden the same rose transplanted is seen,
She thought it would grow for little long,
But no, it is old enough that soon season shall seize it,
Season has sharp strong spider web like string,
As season pulls it string of her heart would get broken,
String that was medicine would now weaken her heart,
She has to keep seeking flowers with heart weakened.
Yet daisies if she sees will heal but pinch different would hurt same,
This is cycle of samsara of life of queen.
Its beauty has string tied to her heart and pull,
It pains but it aids her heart's disorder by slight pull,
Pull is slight for few sees as time invites natural amnesia,
It bloomed but she observed not,
She was feasted, eyes and mind by varities of others,
Peculiar nector is carved in her brain as sculptor carving on stones,
Taste through memories of her are felt few times,
She was busy in world of varieties and sustenance,
In different garden the same rose transplanted is seen,
She thought it would grow for little long,
But no, it is old enough that soon season shall seize it,
Season has sharp strong spider web like string,
As season pulls it string of her heart would get broken,
String that was medicine would now weaken her heart,
She has to keep seeking flowers with heart weakened.
Yet daisies if she sees will heal but pinch different would hurt same,
This is cycle of samsara of life of queen.
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