It’s been a long walk
To the house softness.
I sulk, balk and talk..
Of extreme-unfairness
To the sharp edges..
Swords are safe hedges
Flowers are lethal truth
So strange, yet smooth
I see the real form now
As the veil lifts like a dove
Still love the sword more
Sheathed now by flower door
Sowmya Hiremat 
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