A Rose In Decay Poem by Puja Chakraborty

Am I? Really am I?
Was I? So timid, so nervous!
For criminals, I was dangerous.

In the rat race,
God! What do I have to face?

I can remember, I was the topper,
seeing my eyes, at times of anger,
they shiver like winter.

Some are, compare me
to the beauty of a rose,
Now it turns to a medicine's dose.

I remember,
Every spring of life was colorful,
The smile on my lips was as bright
as the sun's rays,
my voice was as soft as a cuckoo,
। I was a protester.

Today i am timid, helpless!
The wheel of fate has taken
everything from me,
I am a rose in decay, very helpless! "