Lesson of the Roses

Afraid was I to enter the beautiful roses garden...
For I feared the sting of the bees, prick of the thorns.


You held out your hand, led the way in.
Mesmerized I followed...

Uncertain though,
My trust you hold...


Break it not!
For I shall therefore fall...

A little stumble,
A little fall...

The bees stung,
The thorns pricked..

And the hands that led,
Were there no more...

- Vidhisha