Blossoms Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

Some icy blossoms fall at first with wind,
Thus take the nature's chance for choice of death,
The sap for crops in, goes to fire and ash.

Some blossoms stand till last but wear no want
To have the fruit ___ These live for naught and end
Abyss as worthless, goal-less ___ leave no marks.

Some ill, bitrex by birth relish the rest
At top the tree, the finest pests on stem,
But brings the worst and harshest fruits of All.

Some honey gentle sober blossoms raise
The fruit as passion, bring the best of worth
From least they take, and leave the marks of change.
(Jan,2024)