Is It Death Or Sleep? ? ? Poem by Ritu Jain

She laid on grey hard yellow bordered bed
And closes eyes for long sleep...
Rose like petals surrounded her
But it never regrets...
She the innocent girl,
In this cruel world...
On my laps her head rested
A cone mounted on cylinder had hit her,
made to fall the result...
Falls a drop of pearl from the eyes of mine to the heads of her...
Roses are the blood,
And surmounted is the gun's shot...
She is me and me is you! ! !
Who cares when she'll wake,
Or will she wake or not? ? ?