I LOST MY VOICE
I wished to sing
For this is spring
I danced and found
Pretty flowers around
Dew drops no more
Blood drops and gore!
The petals soft
on every touch
Squeaked out in pain
a faint ouch!
Stepped back
alarmed
Who could have
harmed
Such lovely flowers
From me, they cower
I asked with tears
Who did this dear
They looked and wept
God’s very adept.
Gone is that spring
When birds would sing
©sunita grover raina2022
13/03/22
India
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