The flowers in my cherry orchard
were crushed mercilessly
Not by the wind
Or the raging rain followed.
Not even by the lovers
who cuddled under the shade.
Neither by the young lads
who haven't quite learnt the boundaries.
Nobody saw the culprit
as the wind took away the scent and
rain washed away the footprints,
the lovers rolled over the crime site
And the lads trampled the remains
What a perfect crime.
What are the possibilities though
May be the flowers
Withered by itself
Fell by itself
and Killed by itself...
Nobody knows....and....will know