All that glitters is not gold
I had heard that often told
Still failed to comprehend
It's essence in the descend
Flustered by the flowers I had been offered
I failed to see the dagger inside that muffered

Thought it was real, was it true?
Failed to see the treachery hidden in the blues
The beauty of the flowers made the dagger out of focus
The blood that squirted was enough to soak us

AADYA GAUTAM
(15 Years)