Neethu Prasanna - Red Blossoms

Reeds and weeds in my way as a meddle,
I look blotted in a nasty middle;

In the shrill of gate I use to arouse
Many have stayed in this rent house;

All those who sleep under that roof
Always from me keep aloof;

Who in this scorching soil put my seed,
Knowing none ever will heed?

When a bee goes my dream withers
For the honey he has is of others…

When a breeze moves a pain slays,
For other flowers the lullaby he plays;

In a new sound the gate wheels scroll,
On the land a new shadow does stroll;

From the first day he begins to hover,
In a few time me too his eyes cover;

Next day he comes to me with adore,
My dead leaves flinch away in abhor;

Around me when he cleans and blanches,
My weak stem in the noise blenches;

Water bedews my root which he sprinkles,
Will this last long? my forehead wrinkles;

His hand while taming me eats a thorn,
Still for him my junk heart only has a scorn;