I wonder when it was there.

my harsh thorns
I remember acacia arabica
some call kikar in colloquial
and what not
my heart opines
who has spared
not the calm waters

I skirt
I know
I have to move
bleeding my ways

suddenly I recall
what could I get
whilst at studies
that never shaped
what I could

rather sent me
I have heard
cries and thunderous applause

its not the way

suddenly it interrupts
you gone a far cry
I cant make a sense

I wonder
when it was there