A Simile

A Simile
P K Routray
Flowers of silk cotton
before their petals bloom open
with its color and grandeur
the parrots, they do lure.
Around it, parrots continue to hover
expecting something nectarous, seen by them never.
The fruits, before they are ripe and dry
provoke the parrots with temptation too high
to break its hard shell for probable nectar divine
their bleaks bleed and erode but their temptations do never decline.
When they rip open the fruit with pain and torture
their wounded bleaks are choked only by meshy cotton fiber,
Like unwise parrot the man runs after materialistic illusion
at the end like parrot he gets nothing but sorrows and frustration.

Similar to flowers and fruits of silk cotton
provoking parrots’ illusive imagination
on the mysterious contents inside the silk cotton fruit
resulting in misery, sorrow and sufferings to boot
the man hankers after the mirage of pleasure
but gets ultimately the pains of life with torture.
What appears as nectar and nice from outside
in this illusory world, contain poisonous sufferings in hide.