Darkness Of Death

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...