Ode to the rose I killed

ode to the flower

that died for me

I gave it to my mother

when hospital

saw her mifit

my mother with problem

then in body

needed it all

and I was too small

to question the cause

I plucked it up

from garden

and gifted her

when she was in bed

I love her

many different ways

I could have sung

But I chose

the kill of you flower

no other way

as a child I was taught

I even picked up few leaves

for her to feel me more

I took you

for the feel was

as if of you

not me anymore

not me anymore

how cruel are we human beings

and how deficient

in expression

that we use rose

to speak of our love

instead

destiny

destiny

of the rose

we write as

being killed

oh! pretty rose

oh! foolish me

why did I took you home

after killing of thee

forgive me!

forgive me!

may you forget the pain

I inflicted on thee

sorry rose

for I swear

I won’t repeat

I won’t ever repeat

I won’t

I won‘t

I swear