Superficiality

Those blossoms were liked
because of the fragrance,
And thorns that I own, abhorred,
as they lacked elegance,
It turned winter from spring
and summer to rain,
Flowers started wilting
but thorns remained the same,
They still hurt the one
and show their power,
Who tries to harm or
pluck their flower...

So indispensable they are,
for the survival of roseland,
Ain’t they seemed like
someone who’s a good friend?
Often they’re cursed
for the way they have appeared,
Seldom they’re extolled
for the purpose they have served.

Outperformance of inner-virtues,
ubiquitously undeniable,
Yet, when it comes to people,
they start seeking viable.
Profoundness holds sway
within very few streets,
Superficiality often prevails
in vicinity of hypocrites.