written by: Arun Verma
Tell me, o! You blissful blossom-
Why you bloom in the forenoon air:
Flinging sepals you then rest bare,
Tall you stand to dance with the breeze
And move your petals around at ease?
Why you spread your scent about:
Sniffing which black bees come out
To rob you of your sweet chalice
And leave you with some somber sighs?
Why do you open your tinted robes:
Rousing in man the vibrant hopes
Of alluring charm and endless youth-
Which lasts not that long in truth?
Why you droop, then, in the twilight:
Wailing in your wordless plight?
Withers away that barren cloak,
That once was eyeful to folk.