Sonnet: Our campus

The sun has set and ‘sadness’ fills campus;
Though ’twill arise, it cannot shine as bright;
Rain-bearing clouds have hid it off by curse;
In noon-time, day looks as if it is night!

The rain will fall heavily here-after;
The ground will dampen indeed very fast;
No more can anyone hear good laughter;
The wilder plants will grow like in the past.

The only Orchid growing here is dead!
Dehydrated until the very last;
And many cacti will grow in its bed!
Their thorns reminding of the bitter past.

The Orchid brought the place good name and fame;
The cacti will bring snakes and only shame.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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