Behind The Tassel: Poisonous Thorns Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

The tassel
Seems to be blossomed
Having created with beauty
And shedding aroma passim

When the time comes close
And to closer and close up
The tassel
Seems to be hybrid
Having hidden conventional qualities
Nothing to be seen
Expected beauty and
Conceived aroma

The tassel
Where stands
Roots of brought forth
Clasp poisonous thorns
Even blunt
It is destructible

The tassel
Untimely born
That may not blossom and smell
Defoliated body of line
It has being decayed
Respective ignorance of origin
Throughout the time
Emerges like an atavism