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Flower


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'

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