After Killing Jasmine
Blood seeps from my Jasmine,
her white body slowly turns red;
the tender heart sliced in two,
her fragrance about to fade!
I stand before my shallow mirror,
my hand proud to hold the knife;
the knife that just split her heart,
robbing Jasmine of her life!
My shallow mirror laughs aloud,
mocking me with fright;
the poet in me cries in haste,
'The Light! Put out the Light! '
In darkness do I stand alone,
my Jasmine before me;
I beg the moon to hide itself,
the sight I fear to see!
My white Jasmine with her blood,
is now a reddish rose;
a scent of love surrounds me,
poetry, not prose!
In death she gives me back a love,
darkness fills my night;
In grief my poet, cries out now,
'The Light! Where's the Light! '
Copyright © Raja Rahman | Year Posted 2016
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