THAT ONCE BLOOMED
bud shackled by the sepals,
peeping out gradually and gladly,
reducing the size of the sepals,
increasing its scarlet velvety petals,
blooming fresh with the dew drops,
its petals to feel the sunshine,
with the thorns it flourished,
see the world inside famished.
Before it could spread its sweet fragrance,
plucked away and decapitated,
pieces petal by petal mercilessly,
velvety scarlet petals, lifeless,
Lie on the
gloomy ground of the garden,
morning dew drops resemble as tears,
once it decorated, now sad,
of that beautiful rose was unbearable.
asked mournfully to the creator:
life dies even before it is destined?
rose that once bloomed freely,
snatched from its life so thoughtlessly?"