Here's a poem I wrote today. I was thinking all philosophical today.. *again* and words started bombarding my poor little brain. So much so that, I had to jot down every word which resulted in this poem. Hope it's turned out good. Every word has been written from the heart. :)
A LITTLE RED ROSE
A little red rose
Peered out of the
window
Tender, just like a
human heart,
She was scarlet is
all I know.
The little red rose
She bloomed and
swayed,
Never forlorn, bringing
all joy.
But she was plucked.
The little red rose
That she was.
She winced and she
cried
Oh, what a loss!
The little red rose,
No longer alive.
Butchered heartlessly
With a long sharp
knife.
The little red rose
Now sprawled on the
floor.
Unmoving, so cold
And rotten in her
core.
The little red rose
Was once whole
She now wilts lying
there
Without a soul.
The little red rose
Not red anymore
Turns ashy
Left all alone.
The little red rose
Lifeless and dry
Crushed within mere
palms
Crackling sounds
arise
Our little red rose
Barely recognizable
Is just fine
particles of dust
Swept away, actions
intentional.
Little red rose?
No, a dead black
rose!
© 2012 Dhriti Govind Raj