It was the protector of flower, which fell, the thorn

A name is pierced in the heart like a thorn!

How hard it pierced in the hand of the lust

For the sake of tender buds it fought, the thorn!

Magic of Night, grand MagicIans of Kufa and China

Your dimple screamed and scared their thorn!

The face of tree is full of wrinkles of time

In its every gap a century falls like a thorn!

The flower is scattered in a moment of happiness

With strength and resilience stayed the thorn!

Uncontentedness misunderstand it as the cumin seed

Like a camel in cats fleece was sharp hypocrite the thorn!