Dejection And Love Poem by Ransom Ossy

Like a well scented rosy-petal, despised by a bee,
only to open my mandibles awe-strucked at what I see.
The confidence and pride of having a stunning rainbow-coloured butterfly perusing its hood.
desiring to pollinate and its juicy fluid serving as food.
Earthly helper, a placid flow of pelican wishes.
wishes of a dejected cormorant buried in ashes.
In a cold rainy day, weakened by xenophobia.
Now basking in d warm glow of a past fear.
Given an escalope.
Garnished with flavours, making memories to sustain hope.
Hope that would make me cope.
Like a wounded lion whose rage u cannot stop.
With the graceful regalia of a renowned princess.
Whos gat the looks and appearance of a bollywood actress.
The golden crown, yes the crown with precious stones.
Stuck in one head and it is no one's.
the innocent display of dentition by a child in ragamuffin lace.
Running to your welcome and a warm embrace.
Something from d pocket would really pull a smile.
Making d race of another day worthwhile.
Anger! Rage! Revenge are bitter!
It leaves deadly scares so no one does it better.