A Man and a Daisy: A Poem
One more time a spring is coming
in my heart so drunk with joy
drunk from nectars of a ripened mind
while thousand little bees are humming
trading nectar for their honey
and kissing each and every daisy.
Maybe drifting breeze may find
one more time this playful boy
laying on the grass and lazy
feeling as if one with flower
one with bird that's flying high
one with breeze that passes by
even with that butterfly.
Bathing in warm sun-rays shower
as crazy question drops from sky:
"Where ends a man, and starts a flower?"
Out of love I yank the daisy
which starts dying from that moment on,
knowing now why question was so crazy:
because it took a heart of stone
to use that cruel and violent power.
So, yes, that's where starts a man
and ends a flower.