The flower of death blooms with no regrets
Blooms with no warning
Blooms with the timely secrets
The flower of death is the one that's fated to be received at fated time
It could come to me as I write this rhyme
Death is the only truth of life
No one dares shame me
For my silence and patience
For it's merely my tolerance
Not my incompetentence
For me death is nothing but an obstacle I shall face before I know the truth of the hear after
For I fear none, except for the creator
The flower of death has a rustic scent
It is white in color,black in it's stems
A shade of red in it's petals
A shade of heavy blue and grey as it blends into stems
It can reach me whenever and wherever
Maybe even as I put this pen down
It may seize me
This may be my last my words that I write down
So forgive me if I have done you wrong if I have caused you frown
Don't remember me by my name
Remember me by my deeds
I do not seek fame
I seek good end
I seek good words
I seek forgiveness before I leave this world
The flower of death may reach me in a good way
I wish to die with a smile on my face with no regrets
I hope to put a full stop to a good life
A life well lived.
A life well spent
A life one can seek love in
A life one finds peace in
I wish to die with no regrets
The flower of death may bloom when it wills
But let these words reach you before my heart goes still.
Remember me by words
Only good words
I do not seek fame
But do not put my life to shame
Let me go
Let me be
Let death seize me
Don't cry over me
Let the flower of death reach me
When it's time
See me off, dearly.
-Mithila
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𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑺𝒀❥
Poetry𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔. I bleed my feelings on parchment paper. I write what I feel.
