Behind the Tassel: Poisonous Thorns

The tassel Seems to be blossomed Having created with beauty And shedding aroma passim When the time comes close And to closer and close up The tassel Seems to be hybrid Having hidden conventional qualities Nothing to be seen Expected beauty and Conceived aroma The tassel Where stands Roots of brought forth Clasp poisonous thorns Even blunt It is destructible The tassel Untimely born That may not blossom and smell Defoliated body of line It has being decayed Respective ignorance of origin Throughout the time Emerges like an atavism Udaya R. Tennakoon