They Ask Me...Do You Bleed?

They ask me... "Do you bleed?" I say these are but... "Flowers of Peace!" They ask why are they red... I say they are woven from my hearts-threads Soaked in vermillion; Due to thorns that pricked! Yet they persuade & insist For Truth to be revealed! I say, Thy mind is weak, For judgments often creep, Then what benefit shall Knowing Truth bring.... When in my Beloveds love, I've accepted even this pain As His gift! Yet! Relentlessly bend... Rhetoric-judgments... Yet! Again they question... "But Do you bleed!" For Red is never associated with Peace! I smile for I've drank the poison... Yet! Compassion is all... That's left to give; For the minds that hurt & even minds who judge them... & by doing so... They too fall beneath! But My Beloved Alone "Blooms Flowers through my grief!" For all he longs...Is for me... "To Be Free!" . The only Wisdom thats buried in A Painful-Past.... Is to not carry the people who hurt But Imbibe Alone in Lessons learnt! For Freedom is in subtlety Not in burden! . With Coco, I walk light! For to make Peace with your past, is to give yourself A Second Chance! . Copyright: Meghna/2019