Rose in a bottle

 A man met his afterlife

He asked ' why do the people hate me and love you?

Afterlife answered, 'I am a beautiful lie, while you are a bitter truth.

People love the comfort of lying in a cozy beanbag full of lies.'

Man was shocked, insults!

Afterlife continued, 'They love rose gardens

But they can walk over the roses

They can crush it, juice it 

And then feel ecstatic at the smell of bottled rose

While even in the rarest of their dreams, 

They never wish to place a foot on its thorn

Not when it is on the plant, not after it dry 

It's not the garden you love

It's just the smell of rose'

'So?' asked the man

Afterlife smiled and said, 

'Bottle the smell and forget the thorns,

There will always be a gardener

The keeper of the garden,

He shall clean them all'

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