Irony

A flower bloomed in the deep jungle somewhere
A place where finding flowers was quite rare
Even then the flower was very sad
For this a valid reason it had

Whenever it looked around
It admired the thorns abound
And wondered when it would get as strong
May be in its design something was wrong

It hated itself for the ease with which the birds kissed it
And esteemed the thorns for the way they could resist it
It was never content with the way it was
And withered one day its heart filled with such gloomy thoughts

But the thorns were awed by the way the flower had lived
It bloomed it kissed which they never did
They wished their hearts were soft and tender
Like the flower which for them was no less than a wonder

(written- 24th Mar '06)