This evening, I looked out of the window
I saw the river water flow
From my beautiful gazebo
The sky looked dark and sullen
The ground looked parched and dry
The sun was setting in the East
Whose last rays gleamed upon,
A flower- so sweet!
Its colour impressioned the sun’s glory
Its sullen look told me a story…
“I blossomed on a day so bright
My colour mingled in the morning light
Fresh as the first ripple of ocean, I felt
Sweet as my nectar I bloomed
Giggling the way, the bird chirped by
Singing the song in a humming tune
But cursed the day, a beastly hand
Wriggled my neck to and fro…
I winced in pain… agony… and sorrow…
But my fate was such…
I had to die.”
At this juncture
Where the day becomes dark and small
Where sky is no longer blue, but suddle
Where misery is in hand with life
Where life is a burden, but not life
I feel Am I dead or alive?
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Submission Name: Flower or me?
