Other’s Fate

As the morning shift I did,

I distanced garden of my dady’s kid,

Watered in the bloody sun, as reached,

Dady’s half-framed lift.

 

There inside a sophisticated tree,

A blooming rose, I see,

Since it tossed least in air at free,

Pierced by feather, not by spike of she.

 

I was honoured for its presence,

I was mannered for its fragrance,

I theft the cause of its essence,

Adopted a rosy evening in a kiddy sense.

 

While for valentine I was late,

I found my longing appressed fate,

“The tree was made sophisticated by another mate”

Saw, was watered at dusk, while exiting the gate.