White Tulip
(A short poem about new beginnings and the hardships of life)
By Ishika SinghPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Dagmara Dombrovska on Unsplash
My home in a small town.
I watch people walk by,
their faces smeared in black.
Lifeless and dull,
like a butterfly without wings.
A tragic state of mind
For once they were budding flowers,
pure and kind .
Frolic and Fun,
they danced in the rain,
forgetting all the pain,
nothing to lose, only to gain.
The flower bloomed,
only to be doomed.
By the hardships of life.
The innocent child within, killed.
The darkness feasts off his life.
The flower wilted, forlorn.
It couldn't bear the weight of the thunderstorm.
Crumbled by the rock,
stuck in a chamber with a lock.
The storm was gone.
The flower? Reborn!
Dazzled by the white tulip,
Now all I see is white light.
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Comments (2)
It's brilliant.
Ishika, this poem sounds very pure. Welcome to Vocal!