By Greeshma Sudhir
Seven roses, as dark as night
The eyes of man, never losing his sight
A girl in a house, reading a book
Glanced up to take a look
A day passed, seven roses still there
One's turned red, it's holding her stare
The same night, she woke up screaming
Of her untimely death, she had been dreaming
Six days passed, and the nightmares remained
She tried to stop them, tried to sustain
She looked through the window, and lo and behold
The man was there, eyes holding winter's cold
The bouquet in his hands was now blood red
A sudden breath, a surge of dread
She slept again, and no nightmares came
But when she woke, nothing was the same
She looked above and was shocked to see
She's fallen asleep below her backyard tree
A look of horror, a branch that fell
There was no time to say farewell
To say farewell to the wonders of life
To every joy and to every strife
She stared again at her fallen form
The emotions within her, a sudden storm
The man walked to her body and placed a rose
One with petals as white as sunlit snow
He came to her and said, "Hello."
The girl greeted death as a friend, not a foe