My Single Poppy - Poem by Aditi Khandelwal
A single swaying poppy in the garden
Now even the falling leaves are a burden
The bees are nearby buzzing
Draining its life, like hot blood slushing
All the bright flowers are falling
Bowed to the bad storm's calling.
In the middle of nowhere, like a lost sailor,
My once sweet poppy is growing paler and paler.
Neither water nor manure brings change,
Saving the poppy is now out of my range.
Once so near to the other flowers
Is so far, like the Satan and the beautiful stars.
Swaying with the dangerous storms,
Is how my poppy now mourns.
Pouring down with the rain torrential
Is what now it finds conventional.
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