Through the bobbing roses and Half-shut buds, Edging the thorns with bare hands.
Blooming buds in the Lush thicket with green-gold shoots Ushered me to the unknowns of your heart. Salty smell of the unseen blood creeped like a Hissing snake. I came there to search for something New...; maybe a new sprout of our decayed, Gave-up love.
But nothing did I found in that, Unchartered island of your heart. Slowly, I wished to retrace my steps, but your Heart trapped me like a little fly.