Don’t know how the rose plant enjoys
The moment giving birth to the bud
But it was everything to me
The excruciating pain I never experienced
The stress that I ever felt not,
Fear that I never expected of
Seeing the death in front
Wishing to hear your cries
Praying the mighty make it easy
Knowing that it cannot be
Holding my cries within
Thinking that might make you afraid
Felt that death can be simple than giving a birth
Every single thought
That got me lost flew off
When I saw you out of me in the reality
What a feeling that was
I still remember you
Crying out loud, being gone through my pain
Giving me all the bliss
It was ultramundane
You made me fulfilled
And taught me to love unconditionally...

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