There were many men
like fallen flowers
Only relief was the monsoon showers
as they were also men
I could see the sign of
helplessness in their eyes
I could see the darkness of death
in their flowing tears
Years later there came
a beautiful flower
She was not a fallen flower
but was about to fade
She sung like a bird
in the music of my sadness
At last there came the deadly day
to take her from me
Now I could see the darkness
of death in her feeble smile
I was ignorant that it
was her last gift for me
The fragrance of the little flower
remains in my heart, but
They took her from me, to
that dark but bright room
There many men did many
thing at last she,
Came, came as a fallen flower
bearing nothing for me
But she is still in
my heart as a bright,
Beautiful, smiling, flower
even now and forever...
