Battledore

Today, I knelt in front of a flowery altar and prayed.
Oh! My dear God; I have a dilemma since my weak childhood.
Why these fragrant flowers short-lived
And wither?

*Dedication to Jett.Travolta for his son's untimely tragic death and also to the innocent buds where they sadly disappear in the raged battlefields in vain.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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