Red Blossoms Poem by Neethu Prasanna

Reeds and weeds in my way as a meddle,
I look blotted in a nasty middle;

In the shrill of gate I use to arouse
Many have stayed in this rent house;

All those who sleep under that roof
Always from me keep aloof;

Who in this scorching soil put my seed,
Knowing none ever will heed?

When a bee goes my dream withers
For the honey he has is of others…

When a breeze moves a pain slays,
For other flowers the lullaby he plays;

In a new sound the gate wheels scroll,
On the land a new shadow does stroll;

From the first day he begins to hover,
In a few time me too his eyes cover;

Next day he comes to me with adore,
My dead leaves flinch away in abhor;

Around me when he cleans and blanches,
My weak stem in the noise blenches;

Water bedews my root which he sprinkles,
Will this last long? my forehead wrinkles;

His hand while taming me eats a thorn,
Still for him my junk heart only has a scorn;

"To see your white petals so winsome,
You too have to care my wilsome;

When their rays merge with sunshine,
To the world I will say you're mine."

Like this his sweet words wheedle,
I only feel like a prick with a needle;

My fury for him slowly does erode,
How on a wild heart this man rode!

"The snow and even the moon,
Will ask your flowers' white as boon;

My woe is too heavy to heave,
Still this land I have to leave"

The day this when his lips utter,
My soul in great pain does flutter;

When clouds gall, rain begins to hop,
You let to sky my kite of hope;

Having heard the angry whirls gabble,
Ship of my love you give it to gobble;

You were the one who hatched my dream,
When beaked out of eggs made it scream;

My buds closer he holds and gives a kiss,
That was for the first time I know bliss;

I am hearing his boot steps mumble,
Does he hear in my heart a tumble;

I am seeing his lovely picture fades,
Does he see in solitude my life wades;

Oh an odour calls me in its way,
What is it my tiry eyes sway;

I see in the rays of the sun,
My blossoms shining in crimson! !

Yes in the red shrouds that my blossoms wear,
I see the love that my heart does bear……..