The silky rose,
Once glimmered in sun light;
Each supple petal of it,
Strewed inebriating odor,
Roused romantic ambiance;
Yet to thrive blossoming,
Shade and contour of Juvenile,
Yet to flourish;
Unexpectedly invaded,
By evil cancer cells,
Infecting twigs;
Murk began to pounce;
Honey bee renounced flirting,
Dried up pollen in waning buds;
Withered petals wet in tears,
Blaming wicked cancer,
Landed on the ground;
Remorse in heart,
Not Yet lived enough the life;
© Sadashivan Nair
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