One,two,three...

one,two,three
counting,
away.

walking across
the meadows,
lushy.

i pick a little flower
name unknown,
to me.

petals so red
one by one,
i tear.

one,for my sins
and i wish to,
cleanse.

two,for my greed
i long to,
curb.

three,for my streak
of sadism,i try
to rinse.

four,for my hypocrisy
i wish to,
wipe off.

five,for my egoistic self
i wish to,
oblivate.

six,i utter in sync
so many emotions,
flashing.

alas!i find just the stump
in my hands,
no petals.

so much of negatives
i never fathomed,
possible.

halting by the meadow
i bent to pick a flower,
to start,all over.

one,two,three
counting away,
yet again...