Little Flower

It's ok little flower, just one more
Be subtle and precise, be tender and kind
Just like that dear, you're doing fine
I'm used to pain, but it always hurts like the first time
Drunk am I , counting my bones day and night
Weak is what I have become
Still, nothing's as dear to me, as you're my little flower
Just a nail-less, Just a nail-less
Pull it gently, until I kiss the ground falling into profound ecstasy

World has been fire to me
It has damaged, devastated and destroyed
Blow my pain love, let's have a merry go round ride
I'll be the horse, do hold me tight
From solidarity to loneliness, from envy to happiness
Don't let me be a poet without words and a prophet with only questions
Have mercy on me sunshine, don't turn down your light

Just a nail-less Little flower, just a nail-less
Soaked in cold blood, slightly twist it beloved
My flesh is wrinkled, it goes wherever it likes
Sing me a lullaby and place my head on your lap
I'll sleep in paradox consoling myself
Like the wooden doll of you'rs little flower
One more dear, Just a nail-less

Please have a soothing gaze, before I die
Stabbed by misery, do give me a hug before I leave
Gasping loudly for air only to feel the void
I'm your devotee, be lucid and sublime
Oh! that wound is  deep little flower
Don't be sorry, just have empathy with my cries
Let's throw pebble in hatred water, together we can understand the ripples of divine

Dance with me my child, be my shadow
Sinister is my life, altruistic my mind
Alter-ego my soul, still is blessed am I?
Take me, to my lord darling
Let me thank him for all he has given and denied
I have faith in him and so will you angel

Little flower, I had so much love to give
Yet sunshine you never demanded
Absorb my guilt father, I apologize my mother
Just a nail-less little flower, Just a nail-less

 By- Kshitij Sinha
17/3/2017

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