Why Daisies Die

Each daisy that died,
Headed into the sky.
There became a star,
In an ever winking garden,
Watered by ‘matter dark’.

When mortal heads and eyes,
Seek to breach earthly limited life,
When on open grass beds
Under the heavens they lie…
Daisies lined above, sprinkle welcome sparks.

Made lucky, I too once watched
Flower beds of the galactic park,
Light years long, rich with perfumed quarks…
Until all miseries I forgot
And my head did the daisy nod.

– Bolbul

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