The Dead Rose Poem by Iphupho The Dream

The Dead Rose

It was cold winter's dawn
When a pink palm turned into brown
Cold wind blewing it side to side
Trying to maintain the colour
Unknowingly it was losing its shape..

So such in life
Pain and sorrow comes like a heavy rain from heaven
You lose everything and have only your soul
To the world you smile
But in between four walls
You cry


Like a dead rose
You try to maintain your beauty
Yes! Your phenotype is impressive
But your interior is shred..
You try to smile as a concealment of a masquerade....
You were glowing like a well irrigated chrysanthemum palm
But now you resemble a withered rose during a drought season....


- - Kwenadi Thobejane

Date: Oct 8,2018
Subject: The Dead Rose