Longing Poem by Elizabeth Kurian

Thus said a dewdropp to a rose:
"As the jealous wind pushes me down
From your soft fragrant petals,
I visualize a heartless woman
Plucking you from the stem,
For adorning her lustreless hair.
Hiding her lack of beauty by yours;
Only to throw you away wantonly,
When the day withers you.

Had she left you alone,
Your petals would have dropped
On the very ground I fell;
Then death would have united us
Though cruel life kept us apart."