A Torn Flower Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

A torn flower seems to be
Like a dreadful conjugal life,
Like a golden chest that has lost its key,
Like an unremitting strife.
A torn flower seems to be
Like a partridge that has lost its wings,
Like a lover that has lost his she,
Like a land that has lost its generous kings.
A torn flower seems to be
Like a fatuous, cruel brute,
Like a purblind man willing to see,
Like an unhatched shoot.
A torn flower seems to me
As if animation was meant to decay,
As if torn is what life is to be,
As if death is going to take me away.
A torn flower seems to me
As if my aims are sodden and dead,
As if broken is what the heart is meant to be,
As if someone is approaching to chop my head.
A torn flower seems to me
As if life is filled with tragedy and sorrow,
As if I'll have to succumb to He,
As if I shan't see morrow.
A torn flower teaches me
That hope is never to be lost,
That giving up isn't the plan for me,
That life isn't meant to be wasted at any cost.
A torn flower teaches me
That I must be strong,
That life is like a cup of tea,
That happiness doesn't last too long.
A torn flower teaches me
That love is the most potent tool,
That life is all about how gay you can be,
That it is crucial to keep one's cool.