My darling child,
Don't you see what's clearly in front of you?
A Rose you say, but the thorn you omit!
How can you be so naive?
For, you can never separate
The thorn from the Rose
neither the Poison from the snake!
My loving mother, she said
It is not that, I don't see the thorn, dear
It's just that, I choose to see
The pace of the snake and the face of the blossom.
For Happyness is what we make, Isn't it mother?
Faltered, the mother smiled at the inexperience of the child.
For she had seen the ways of the world.
While the girl, Pitied her mother's rigidity,
For she had a world to conquer!
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