Doom!

"Even the most beautiful of flower

With exceptional scent which attracts one

Through day and night, alike

And arouses one to follow

Through mountains and woods, high and dense,

Sooner or later, starts to have a foul smell

If not received over a period of time, by

Fluttering bees and chirping birds

Bright sunshine and swirling breeze,

Falling and rotting in mud and grass

Lost in oblivion, slowly grows in to a bog

Only to swallow the ground around

And secluded, plant still grew the flower

But! O dear, now smell of bog takes over scent of the flower

And comes over spiders, venomous upon the branches

Forging it into a killer plant instead,

As one randomly terms from distance one day

This attracts butterflies, only to be eaten alive, alas!"

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 08/05/2015