Evanescent Splendour
Circumscribed as her life was
By the inescapable miasma of stifling destitution,
Lovely but not luscious,
She delighted in wading through
A valley strewn with thorns
But hers was never a stroll through a grove of roses
Her petals laden with perfume
As the proverbial fair flower of the same name.
All arms and legs, a bundle of bones
Her frail, lissome frame merrily bore
All travails of her short, terrestrial sojourn.
Unlike her double in nature,
She had no thorns; Rose is deemed the queen of flowers,
But she carried a thorny crown.
Hers was no misnomer as she excelled
The life of her namesake to the core.
Slim as her stem was, the agonies of her bosom knew no bounds.
A taper, she burned bright to dispel the pall of gloom
That bound her withered plain
Even as the vicissitudes of life consumed her.
Tender-aged as she was, she mothered many a sibling.
Self-oblivious and alien to all earthly comforts,
Her resolve never skin-deep, her renunciation no ornament,
She was condemned to be a host, a victim of parasitoidism
Copyright © Gangesh Vadakeyil | Year Posted 2016
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