What's in those veins?? Asked a curious moron To the flower. The rose looked back And forth of the self, Amazed, aghasted and Regretted for a while With teary eyes and A gentle smile, Stammered involuntary And then it replied. The veins do carry Lots of my desire, And also a secret that This dew acts as a fire. We all do bloom Out of our craze, But with time, We vilt as we age. No one wants to die But no one lives too long, We all shall return, To whom we belong. I have accepted that I am too gonna die But for this cause, I am never gonna cry. You asked me what's in those veins? Let me tell you dear They have a wish to bloom Like this now and forever with the same dignity and the pace. But I know this is insane To even think like that So you please wish me luck To embrace the death with some grace. What's in those veins?? Asked a curious moron To the flower. The rose looked back And forth of the self, Amazed, aghasted and Regretted for a while With teary eyes and