A Bride Poem by Prafulla Sahu

Bride of Nature

When plants are so beautiful
Slim, sound
With green and pinkish veils
Under gowns speckled with flowers
yellow red pink violet and scarlet
I brood
How i fell in love with a girl so passionately
Instead of a bride of Nature.

A girl ascends to womanhood
To fall to wrinkles and dying numbness
Where with every fall
A tree grows better with new Auburn leaves...

True love is as tall as trees
As safe and boisterous as nectar
Better to love a plant
And die and burn over her ribs.
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