These flowers would not talk to us <br />About their previous night’s growth pain <br />The pain of their petals unfolding <br />When the stars sprinkled dust on our roof <br />And the night’s queen whitely bloomed. <br />All the while our pleasures stuck to us <br />There was déjà vu in the night’s smell <br />The left over one of the previous day <br />That had mixed with tar and hot sun <br />Which had in turn mixed with bodies. <br />That night was hope and some angst <br />While nothing ever happened, it would.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faith-96/
