The Thorn

The backwaters lie

A collected body of emotions

And I in love with them

Beseeched them to smile

And dared question their mysterious silence

Was it a suppressed war

With the lone man on the canoe

Or a mere misunderstanding

With the distant roar of the train

In me there lay

A suppressed war of emotions

A vengeance over Life

For the thorn it placed

Before deceit visited me

Then I saw Him

Upon the cross

Complaining with His crown of thorns

I realized then

How thoughtless I had been

To complain of a single thorn

That bled me too.

I then felt my heart

Whispering to His

And then the backwaters

Smiled at me

And showed me greater truths

Truths that dimmed my thorn.

This was written during a camp from school at a time when religious fervor was high among people close to my heart.

ANUSHA.U.R.

15 yrs