An Infant Red Rose Speaks To Mom When Tney Met In A Dust Bin Poem by Lajpat Chawla

Why was I born a rose, sunflower I should have been.
They plucked me as infant, sunflower I should have been.
Why Red color you gave me mom, Black was very much cool
Girls hugged me so close and tight with a shriek did they drool.
One broke the pane, cut her vein, you should mama have seen.
I hung my head in shame and wept she drenched me in blood
Next moment her papa came shooed me out with a thud.
She kissed my lips on day one, on second vent out her spleen.
Why was I born a rose, sunflower I should have been.
They plucked me as infant, sunflower I should have been.