don’t ..
don’t pluck this
from its roots..
…
to let it die
slowly..
let it shrivel
let it wither away..
curse it..
blame it..and
let it dry through veins
let the serum harden
let it drain
to the last drop of moisture
let the wilt
reach to
the wet dreams of
green life, red bud, pink flowers
yellow filaments and
colourful touch of
butterflies
…
let it end the hope
gradually ..
let it bend its bone
lose its firmness
stir the confidence
and shatter the stamina
gradually..
let it turn
stone
let it become
lifeless body
useless matter
…
let it realize
how big,
how undeniable,
intolerable,
and unforgettable
the mistake was
..
let it be an example
for all
who ever commit the sin
of
wanting the unwanted
desiring the undesirable
dreaming the inaccessible
expressing the inexpressible
feeling the genuine
being disgraceful
to what was allowed
being forgetful
to what was not allowed
let it repent for
being candour
…
leave it..
with the dirt, the sand, the rocks
with the choices it made
let it become limp
let it lose its substance
let its withering soul know
the truth
don’t let it just feel plucked up
let it fear to dream again..
let it sag its desires
let it see failure
let it kill itself
the most beautiful hopes
let it live like this
to let it die..
