nihal sahu
A BLEEDING WHITE ROSE
BY MORNING YOUR PETALS RESEMBELED THE MOON
THE DAY PASSES BY AND YOU LOOKED WITHERED
BY NOON I JUMP HITHER AND DITHER
THE ROSES I GATHERED LAY THERE WITHERED
MY FRIENDS QUARELLED ONE ANOTHER
ASKING ME WHETHER
I WOULD BUYANOTHER ROSE
WHY ARE ROSES PLANTED
IF THEY ARE TO WITHER
WHY ARE WE BORN IF WE ARE TO DIE
