With such delicate bud we begin.
Hopes and dreams
Confined by sepals
Guarded by thorns
Alike a flower we live
It blooms one day,
Like youth comes to you
A glory of a day or two
Endowed with either colour or fragrance
And some with both, but thorns too.
Alike a flower we live
In its restfulness, under blue sky
Lands a bee or a butterfly,
Lure it for a while,
Departs with nectar to another mile.
What concealed purpose it had? The flower cries.
Alike a flower we live.
Then comes the end of the day,
The petals wilt, soon night falls
So does the petals.
In memoire of its brief romance
It cries the whole night.
Alike a flower we live
Ugly it looks on the next morning
Ignored and affronted.
To all its nothing but a useless weed
But very few knows
Beauty is in petals, and wit in seed.
Alike a flower we live.
My fellow company
The fool chooses the flower
For a day to celebrate
And a room to decorate
The wise chooses the seed
For generations to celebrate
And a world to decorate.
Had beauty ever been a legacy?
Had wisdom ever been deceptive?
Alike a flower we live.
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Fallen To A Beast
PoetryIts really a painful feeling when you write something very true and honest from your heart for someone who left you giving you an liable reason but later you get to know that person was fooling you for your innocent nature. And its an akward feeling...
