oh flower dear, so redolent your fragrance
implode serenity with aromatic essence:
I hate you despite your blooming colour
Epitomising chameleonity in human asunder;
on silvery night,partner`s coiffure flower
adoring picked from concubine`s wrist beholding,
petals thrown while funeral service attending
fake grief animated mutely fabricating
not all promises with flower invoke cupid
whoever trusts sometimes turns stupid;
bunches of flowers with devotion to deity
eventually scrambled into a bin dirty:
boastful promises when evaporated in chatter political
Manoeuvre ensures apologetic flower,
so I dislike you rather pity
oh my flower lies all assemble at your coloured arbor.
~ Shyamal Mukhopadhyay
Nagpur, India
The piece of poetry touches the dignity of humanity.