Hibiscus

By Sairam K.S.

I wish I could write something beautiful

There was a time when hibiscus flowers dropped to death

constantly in our melancholic garden

Their withered bodies looked like dried meats from a distance

As they fell, they dispersed words of sad poetry on the soil

I picked them up and chained them into a poorly transcribed poem

soaked in feigned desperation

Years went by, and the feigned desperation took root in my heart

It sent seeds across my body and clogged every pore on the skin

The curse of the hibiscus flowers is breaking up my words

I cannot write anything beautiful

I wish I could write something beautiful.

By Sairam K.S.