She blossomed this spring Flushed, cherubic and timid at first Waking from the oblivion Waiting to digress from her roots She dreamt, as a bud, to adorn the gods Or garland the bust of a hero Or be kissed by a bumble bee And be a mother tomorrow But alas! She caught eyes of a hedonist His deeds masked by a sham disguise She screams, she fights, she is hurt so she cries That gut-wrenching night was long And she was left with a marred face On the ground, amid the decay Waiting for death's embrace -Kaush If you want to get the complete picture behind this story, just remember, the flower is a 'she '