Hasmita Shah, 1995

Why did my bud never flower

After all the love and care that I did him shower

I carried him from a tiny seed

And cared for his every need

I looked after him day and night

I was his dawn, his first sight

He was only now becoming detached

To each other we were so deeply attached

He was just beginning to bloom

Why did you have to cut him off so soon

He had no terminal illness

His sweet fragrance brought such happiness

You who had it within your power 

Why did you never let my bud flower

They say it was an accident

But no-one can understand my predicament

The guilt that I constantly feel

I often think that I did him kill

To look after him always was my promise

Sealed with a big hug and a kiss

He trusted me and I broke my promise

If only I could one more time him hug and kiss

I feel like I’m losing my mind

Why did you have to be so unkind

So many other flowers need to be plucked

Those that are suffering and withered 

Why did you never let my bud flower

You who had it within your power

Why did you have to give him to me

If you were going to snatch him so suddenly

They say it was all in my destiny

That it was always meant to be

Then why strike without warning

And leave me forever mourning

Mourning for all that he could have been

All the joys of life he should have seen

Mourning for the loss of what was mine

A young bud plucked before his time

Mourning that I never said

My goodbye to him before he was dead

You who had it within your power 

Why did you never let my bud flower