A flower’s lament

Offered at places of your worship,
And as wreaths at your graves,
Adorning your trysts and courtship,
My sacrifice, how many more days?

Don’t you have any mercy?
Can’t you be a little kind?
Don’t I look happy?
When I’m still alive?

Can’t you let me blossom slow?
When did you turn so blind?
Won’t you let me toss when the wind blows?
And spread fragrance around?

You nip me & strip me,
Bind me in entwined yarn,
Why not let me be?
Just the way I am.

A mountain of grief,
It’s the fate of a virgin flower,
But the tear drops on the leaf,
You mistake for the morning dew or shower!