You look like an open heart
Many use you to win the heart,
Like you ooze fragrance
Broken hearts bleed penance,
They say you come with a thorn
Do they know your plucking pain,
Presenting you as a symbol of love
Do they see your wandering drone.
They see dripping scented drops
Do they know it’s your tears.
By Vadassery Thaiparambil Rakesh