An unadorned gal having no daydream of own, Family said sound of this or that vocation; To them never she said no; And to their bidding give a nod.
She relishes the versatility in her pen; But there’s no rose without a thorn. The world is green with envy to her fate; To which her kindness is the bold riposte.
She nabs the masses owning hate; Then inaugurate the hidden snakes. While quashing stones on the struggle bus; Gold of her life hugged the Gal.
Thank you for sharing your poem with me. I very much like “there’s no rose without a thorn” – it gives us something meaningful in the way of an image that we can relate to. There are a number of grammatical missteps but, a bit of editing could correct that. I will admit there are some lines I simply don’t understand and that may simply be a translation issue. In any event, you have definitely captured a mood in your poem and that’s a big part of what poetry is all about. – Susan
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