Brutality Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It's a pleasant evening,
The beautiful flower blooms in the garden,
Her fragrance is extremely pleasing,
I am afraid of this with my sensitive mind,
Whether she can protect her excellence and purity from the heinous devil.
My fear becomes true as the time proceeds,
Her beauty proves curse to her,
It is late night now
And I see the lovely queen has already become pale and colourless,
This is the truth of this filthy earth,
The brutal insect of the nasty world has ruined the beauty and sanctity of the sacred flower;
Indeed, it is the natural instinct of the malicious devil.
As I proceed close to the wretched flower and scrutinize her minutely,
I sense she is still living, but with a dead soul,
What an ignominious defeat for the world of beauty and purity!