Behind the Tassel: Poisonous Thorns

The tassel

Seems to be blossomed

Having created with beauty

And shedding aroma passim

When the time comes close

And to closer and close up

The tassel

Seems to be hybrid

Having hidden conventional qualities

Nothing to be seen

Expected beauty and

Conceived aroma

The tassel

Where stands

Roots of brought forth

Clasp poisonous thorns

Even blunt

It is destructible

The tassel

Untimely born

That may not blossom and smell

Defoliated body of line

It has being decayed

Respective ignorance of origin

Throughout the time

Emerges   like an atavism

Udaya R. Tennakoon