An Untimely Death Of A Flower Bud

A rare fragrance in the garden
and a passer-by wasp in the vicinity
never trustworthy,
heard the poor virgin flower's whispering anthem.
The cruel honey eater never miss a chance.
With his coaxing manner
approached her.
She cannot cry or shout as she was mesmerized
and prostrated helplessly.
The following morning
a kind bee found her soft petals were scattered
all over the ground.

Dedication to all the victims who were suffered in concentration camps.
My special features Anne Frank & Etty Hillstorm for their literary prodigy of the diaries.

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (3)

This one reminds me of Blake's Songs of Innocence - your imaginative allegory is both simple and gripping. It seems as though fate is an unstoppable force that tramples on those who are powerless to stop the onslaught. A fine poem Nimal and a beautiful dedication. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Dear Nimal, this is without a doubt, your finest work to date.What a tribute for all those who have suffered much.You have placed a beautiful flower in their garden. What a well written poem and such fantastic words of tribute at the end.Love Duncan This is worth more than just a vote, this is why we vote.
What a tragic, allegorical poem. Rather like a fairy tale, but with no happily ever after. At least for the poor flower. I hope that bee suffered severely for his lack of pity. No doubt he did since there is still a God in Heaven who knows how to dispense both perfect justice and perfect mercy. Very original poem, Nimal. Regards, Sandra