Flowers' Fragrance

There comes a time

There comes a time, when words become sharper than knife

When a person hates the sun, it’s hotness ruins his fun

 

There comes a time, when a rose loses it’s beauty

The thorns pinch us, there’s tons of anxiety

 

There comes a time, when rain brings no joy

And mother shouts, “come inside, my boy”

 

There comes a time, when you wish to scream

There’s no use of eating ice cream

 

There comes a time, when tears begin to flow

The ones you’ve been keeping in long time ago

 

There comes a time, when you finally break the fake wall

Letting go the tensions, discarding them all