We The People of India

In a garden of roses

what do you seek

the one with a bright plumage

or the one who weeps beneath

the one who smiles brighter than your soul

or the one dark enough tell you the truth

the one with lesser thorns or

the one less likely to not hurt you

Each has the one face that we may desire 

we can't have what we want

may you need the one lying below that plant

for that's the one that seeks your demand