Transformation Poem by Rajan Manandhar

The flowers you
put on my way,
Have now transformed
into the sharp thornes.

Those hands
that used to help me,
Have now transformed
into thr broken bridge.

Those true eyes
waiting for my success,
Have now transformed
into the failure viewing.

Those true emotions
from your happy heart,
Have now transformed
into the speare, piercing my heart.

The person
encouraging at my failure,
Have now transformed
into statue without no emotions.