Fake Beauty

On a gloomy winter
I saw a delicate little flower
which attracted me with its super color

With a greenish cover
It seems like a beauty emperor
for that whole garden empire

With a tendency to acquire
my mind fueled me to admire
about that killing beauty, forever

In the absence of gardener
i reached the plant as a gatherer
without knowing its fact, entire

With the hesitance to inquire
i touched its body, so clever
instantly, inner feelings flown as a river

With further more desire
i gripped it, little lower
without seeing, thrones that would injure

With the blood and tear
i plugged it for me, forever
and made it as my life dear

As time passed hour and hour
my mind mounted with fear and terror
b'coz my dear changed drier and drier

Then i made it clear
beauty is a fake cheer
which will not give joy forever....