A sad Letter on the Altar

Hey! My haughty red Rose you are still in secured with the brother thorns.
Why is the favoritism on the boisterous Hornet, Wasp, and Bee?
You always give highest marks for them but the harmless black ant last in the class.
Please do remember this humble letter,
As far as the delicious nectar remains
Those selfish lovers flutter around you but they never bother
When you wither, only the poor ants live on withered flowers.

To Sandra Fowler, I take this opportunity to wish you
'Many happy returns of the day.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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