The Joke’s On You

Like the thorns in rose,
Like satire masking a joke,
Like the dazzling auburn sky
Leading to gloom,
Like death marking life!

An incomplete romance can
Stench your whole existence!
A half-burnt desire can
Hang over your head,
Like a noose rope.

Alas! Life throngs to see love and lust,
And time ticks between wishes and wants;
That the thorns and the gloom,
Just vanish in the background;
Waiting to sting you back one day, to reality!

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