Crushed Bud

I was young, I was a bud - I grew beautiful.
When I bloomed, I shone bright in the sunlight.
When I shone, thou shalt have been mesmerized.
I was loved by bees, by butterflies.
I should have been loved by everyone.

Before I could bloom into a flower,
I was crushed.
I was smashed.
I was useless.
I was dead.

I felt helpless and sad.
I'll never bloom, never spread fragrance.
Someone hated me so much,
they crushed me as a bud!

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

A beautifully written poem. Loved it

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I'm glad you survived