A Young Flower

A poem

Rajesh Vairapandian
Oct 18 · 1 min read
Image by prettysleepy1 from Pixabay

I failed to kiss on
your forehead
watching your funeral from far.
your body is covered with
Nobody knows your body
itself a young flower.
When we met on a rainy night
an owl hoot
from a hidden branch.
you were scared and hugged him.
you didn't know the arms
hugging you was holding a
He backstabbed on your love.
His owl eyes were glowing
when I cried for you.
It is raining heavily now.
a droplet fell on your eyebrows
and rolled over.
They are going to bury
a live butterfly.
I can write the hardest
line of my life”*

© Rajesh Vairapandian 2019

*- Inspired by Pablo Neruda's poem

Note: This poem is a response to Christina Ward 🍁🌲’s prompt

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Rajesh Vairapandian

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Poet, Writer, Traveller, Amazon Best Selling Author(https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0722DY8VL), Certified Law of Attraction Life Coach, visit www.loasimplified.com

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