Pick up all the flowers dear
from the garden and put all of them
in one glass vase
watch how the colors change
from yellow to dull and then
how they all fade to brown
till they all wilt and then
die
three days at most this hot summer
time, the petals fall and then
another day and then another one
they all crack in utter dryness
and inside the vase see how the water
foul and stinky begin to grow the
wriggling mosquitoes as though
asking for more....deaths of
those fresh flowers that from the
garden you all pick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyed it reading...lovely craft on a universal thought.