Pride of A Flower Wreath

Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion Oblivious stood erected in disdain  Persian turquoise, Indian indigo… You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride Relishing my pristine appearance, while Scorning others, self gloating was my sin Sure of my fate, to be embellished at  reception decor …


Chestnut Tree

Bare skeletal chestnut tree Dreary shadow in the dark Withered broken but still Standing tall, despite a Forgotten glory, yet proud Of present circumstance. Nude barks stretched out Nakedness is no sin after all.