A Rose In A Litter Bin

It is crying for milk and for
it’s mother’s warm
it is surrounded by rotten leaves and wastes
It is crying for it’s mothers lift
It might have been born before an hour
That rose hasbeen left alone in that bin
who is it’s mother and why she deserted it?
‘He’ only knows and none cares it’s cry
Though that road is busy and crowdy
none comes to help it
Though many mothers crossed that road but
a mother with mercy hasn’t crossed there
seconds, minutes have gone and
it’ has stopped it’s cry. and it’s breath
After it’s death,
a van from an orphanage came
to burry that rose in the earth.


Comments (1)

What a beautiful poem