Dead flower

Dead flower

A Poem by Rebecca George

Past is like a dead flower
Where rejuvenation ceased
The feminine character started descending
She had forgotten beauty
While pain remains constant
The lifeless body was we see
Thought watering it,
It was still in the trauma 
The forbidden sin carried her in that past
Where people adored her 
But now she is a dead flower
Buried under the black sand 
People unrecognises the beauty
Beneath her
Although before she attracted every one of them
They touched her felt her
As she grow older
She lies silent 
Where growth turns to be deformed
She was digging up the
Where her memories flourishes her
Believe that it will grow again

© 2020 Rebecca George

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Added on July 3, 2020
Last Updated on July 3, 2020


Rebecca George
Rebecca George

Kozhencherry, Kerala, India

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