Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana
Plight Of Flowers - Poem by Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana
Shower after shower
Rock the petals splendor
Dejected and doomed
I curse, why had I bloomed.
The season of summer
Like-wise wilts my glitter
Dumb stuck I bear the pain
Caught by the hot-noon sun.
Fury of winds do not abate
Spring seems on a hot pursuit
Every season shows some fury
And every hope is forced to bury.
Winter does not lag behind
It has a phase own to offend
The biting cold wraps all night
Here too I fall flat to the might.
A blooming flower am I, dear
Ravaged by seasons, peep with fear
Who reckons our fear-daubed life?
Which snap our short-spanned lives.
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