The cacti thorns and their valour
Taught me a lesson,ages ago
Those sharp precise pricks
And their defense mechanism
Saving a marshy pulp
Standing like the small barbarians
Protecting the Versailles
Or the Seven Dwarfs of a fairytale
How much poetic this could be?
Aren't those pricks ignored at all
They are feared by small kids
And people go alert,passing by
But they do no harm
Until you do,retreat honored
The Elongated thorns of my cacti
Glorify my balcony because
I've started to find things cute
Which are not, underappreciated
Boredsome and unexistential
Because more or less I see
Myself been a prick protecting
A cacti,yet I failed
~vaibhv
