The Sullied White

He plucked a flower white and pure ,
And breathed in her fragrance with his eyes closed ,
Kissed her ……
She blushed and her petals shook ……
Alas! The dream lasted till a thorn on her stalk
Pricked him ……
He cursed her
And threw her to the ground !
The white flower was sullied with mud and blood ,
Her petals, once wet with his love ,
Now drooped  in thirst ……
Her being stooped from shame ……
Now she's no more
Like she had been once …….
Now she's stale ,
She's fading ,
And soon, she'll die
On some mound
Uncared she'll lie ……! 



- Amrita Sarkar. 
Written on 15: 07:08
Published in The Assam Tribune on 09:05:09