His Gift!

His Gift!

When I asked him, for flowers...

He gave me a bagful of thorns...

Yet, I know! He alone loves me...

For before handing it over to me...

His tender hands must have bled!

When he plucked out the thorns...

As he took the first prick,

Even before he handed it over to me...gift wrapped.

And now I cherish it as the most precious gift from my beloved...

So what if it pierces right through my soul...

"He knows best!"

For only he has the hammer to chip off the layers, to chisel it all; that I need naught!

And now he's chipping off all the pain, the untold stories of my life...

And only a thorn can be used to pull out another thorn.

So, that I may be free, Alas!

Till then he leaves me with his sweetest of message;

"This too is good for me! This too shall pass!!!"

Meghna Loke