The Red Flower
The Red Flower
Born of the pieces of Earth
Pinch the crust the seed.
Slow, slow and slowly
A bud of light gushes
With a crimson flower popping out.
Rapidly the flower rises
From high and higher to wide and wider
About the greens with gushes of light
Far across the bounds it spreads away
With uprooting out all its way
Like a bunch of elephants rushing to rescue.
To all it touches goes devoid of life
For its terror is well known amongst all.
Those petals of light rush up to Heavens
Carrying those deprived souls to the destination.
Like the bits of paper playing with the breeze,
Vaporise the souls playing with the smoke.
This aggressive lively flower soon faces the autumn
With the same fate as that of the souls it took.
The scorch of the autumn rises
Overwhelms the flower around
And soon the flower breaks,
Lies dead,
Onto its birthplace.