The Play

And the deadly blossom it was.
Neither you, nor I found,
Until it devastated the soul
In greys of life.
Sucking out all the blues
And injecting the chaos
Annihilation of reality
At the verge of failing denouement
Struck as if one cannot weep.
One cannot just take it out
Yes, the play ends before the
Commencing exposition.
Oh no! Dramatis personae is built and ruined,
And it reflects the colors of ruins
Then the flow of beautifully painted self
With the truth unrefined.

©chandanasanand