Flower Locked

You locked small ventilators, You locked all the glass windows and you locked even the thick wooden doors. Neither will you let anybody in Nor you'll let anyone go out, I can't believe. A soft and delicate green creeper can spread so quickly all round. So densely that the mosques, the churches and the temples, all were hidden in pink flowers. Neither I heard any call for the prayers nor I listened to the inviting bells. I don't know where are the hells? Pink Vine Messina! I am flower locked, The chain of softness and delicacy is mighty enough to confine me here, fine sweetheart! Don't let me go anywhere.