I saw a red shoe-flower on the tar road,
the Latin name of a flower that still stays in my mind.
So bloomed and full of life
And so striking the contrast was
that such a beautiful sight it was.
If the road was a living thing
it would feel as we would,
when we hold a newborn in our arms.
But within nanoseconds my thoughts withered
I knew it was in danger.
It didn’t know where to go.
In its undefined path, it was all astray.
I neither had the time nor thought
to save it.
This time, within even lesser than a nanosecond
A truck came rushing in.
It crushed the flower
Under its rugged black tyre.
Now all I see is a crumpled object
Like the one that has been thrown from a frustrated poet.