Flowers Are Dead
By Areeba K
Now the flowers are dead
Birds have grown short of lullabies
The night sky is orange as blood
A mother clutching her son tight-by
The distant city lights are off now
Everyone is waiting for the sky to lite
It is no fireworks show
It is a play of death enraging tonight
The blossoms are colorless now
Glowing Yellow, shocking shades of pink and screaming white
All have shifted to the sky
And you are still sleeping tight
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