THE WEEPING FLOWER (HAIKU)

Pretty as flower

Rotting within, sharp contrast

Oh hearts of the gods!

II

You have soothing words

“He whom the gods love dies young”

Ye gods, please hate me!

III

I don’t need your love!

I do not need your warm love!

But your protection!

IV

Let me win this time

Let me win again, this time

For it is my prime

V

Check the eyes watching

Needing this thing you’re taking

And weeping within

VI

Just watch the nice prince

One so handsome and so brave

As to conquer death

VII

Think of him sans this

With all his needs needing trust

To achieve the great

VIII

Please hate and leave me

Even if it’s for decade

Yes, I’m ambitious!

IX

You can have me then

I’ll be willing and cause no

Trouble, I promise

X

For you and I know

That I’m a thing to you now

And will be always

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015