Final Adieu Poem by Rajendra Babu Vemuri

You're nothing but wind, I'm the flower.
If thee blow gently, I swing in thy lap
Then, I look beautifully,
And thee can lull thy babies on me,
That gives pleasure to their hearts.
I'm happy, while the baby plays with me,
and I bless 'may you live long'.

I'll flourish, if thee blow quietly
Then gives sweet fragrant to thee,
And can make a maid as bride,
that brings pompous to her visage.
I feel shy, when her fingertips touch me smooth,
'Congratulations on her wedding' I say.

If thee blow furiously, no life me,
Then I languish, with petals lost
Am strewn on a coffin,
I torment, when the mourners trod into ground
Yet, I say 'farewell' to the corpse.
Oh dear! Life in thy hands save it
..... And in thy bosom save it.