WOUNDED  PETALS

Why do there some wounded petals always haunt me

Especially in my hours of loneliness when the wind sings

In voices of shells robbed of their precious shiny pearls ,

When hunger in shrunken bellies gives out pathetic calls ?

In such moments of distress petals show their lovely faces

In colours of coagulated blood oozed from animals sacrificed

At shrines, staining so called civilized human blood with vices,

Sending stars into piteous cries in breast of a sky fleeced ;

Cursing  mankind with a bleeding moon on the forehead !

The petals whisper on about the nightmares lurking in night

Broken in the twig they tend to overtly withdraw from sight

I suffer thus from pangs of petals crushed, in their sorry plight,

Who will bring the petals of my roses back to their breath right

Who will bring an end to their sobs, tears, anguish and fright ?

@copy right : saroj k. padhi / 19.o2.15