Flora Existentialis Poem by Shanto Armonde

To my lady fair, forever fleeing,
On this harken, for our lives are fleeting...
I stress upon thee, life’s truest meaning,
So cares lot may cloak not, thy heart’s screaming.
Reach for skies at the newborn flowering,
As rise we must from deceit devouring.
Witness we flowers that brightness savour,
Imbuing with charms that cease not ever.
Though they be transient, they do out call,
Hearing their names sung long after they fall.
Learnings from such flowers I pray thee take,
In time’s misguidance, lest thou shalt mistake.
Kiss, I say, henceforth all pleasures in view,
End we’ll thus and none shall begin anew!