Bleeding Rose Poem by kunjubi varghese

You standing at the grave of dreams,

In the gloom of the moon light!

Do you reckon, the sea of your grief

Will calm down, by shedding a dropp of tear?

Even when your inset was bleeding

You were dancing and singing, repressing

Your pain, like the nightingale who sang

While its wings were on fire.

You concealed your woeful sighs

Under the heavenly, enchanting melodies,

And camouflaged your tears in the veil

Of angelic smiles, adorning your lips.

The spectators who relished in the

Delightful performance, you showed,

Were never aware of the anguish

Inundating your doleful heart;

And they could not wipe your tears

With their clapping hands applauding you.

The image adored and embraced by the heart

Has faded and lost its lustre by

Gnawing prejudices and disinformation…

Obliterating, the sunshine with black clouds

Of despair and obscurity of frustration.