Flora My flower..
These were the very words the silent agony of her eyes spoke
When my love life finally came to reality and I was fully awoke
These were her very stream of words embedded with disappointment.
And every drop of her words filled with her own resentment
For at the time when she most yearned for my embracing hold.
I gave her none and left her in this disgracing cold.
At that time she most craved for my chivalrous kiss on her forehead
All I gave her was a rivalrous hiss due to my stubborn head.
At that time all she ever begged for was just my little attention
I snubbed her and caged her emotions like it were on a brittle detention.
At that time she called incessantly like I held a part of her kidney
I just sat and stared at my phone like I was watching my favourite disney
Would this her heart still be able to love again ?
And all ingredients of her love once more regain?
Would its shattered piece be easily picked?
Like a battered peace is easily kicked?
No I doubt! For she will no longer play Romeo anf Juliet
And allow her heart to be pierced once more by arrow and bullet
There and then my emotional impotence swelled into something else
As I realised that where my heart should have resided
Plethora of worms has eaten deep into and presided