White

He plucked a flower white and pure,
And breathed in her fragrance with his eyes closed,
Kissed her... She blushed and her petals shook...
Alas! The dream lasted till a thorn on her stalk
Pricked him... He cursed her
And threw her to the ground!
The white flower was sullied with mud and blood,
Her petals, once wet with his love,
Now drooped in thirst...
Her being stooped from shame...
Now she’s no more like she had been once...
Now she’s stale, she’s fading,
And, soon she’ll die
On some mound uncared she’ll lie...!