The beaming sun and the hushing breeze,
The garden leaves swaying in glory
Refusing the moments to freeze!
The sudden peeping bud dancing with fun,
The reason for happiness of the leaves had thus begun.
As days changed to night, the tender bud was protected by greens,
Everyone was preparing its arrival,
While the little she was sleeping with her dream…
The day thus arrived, the little bud all wrapped up.
T’was now like a fairy’s honey filled cup.
Each day unfolds, tender petal wakes up from her sleep,
Trying to inhale the first air of love, a feel so deep.
With time, each petal woke with a sigh,
Breathing the morning air,
Thus enjoying the touch of dew , taking their spirit on a high..
Yes, the bud bloomed into a beautiful flower,
Attracting bees , butterflies and birds.
Also the eyes of happy love couples….
Passing by hour after hour.
She was a gift for everyone,
With her petals as soft as fur,
She’s the dainty symbol of beauty…
A perfect way to describe her.
She stood tall looking at beautiful earthly sights,
No fear and no challenges to fight.
But how long??
For ten days and ten nights,
She was everyone ‘s dream and sight of delight .
But on the tenth night, a petal fell pale and dry.
She looked at herself , asking why why??
But as days changed to night,
Each petal bid adieu and surrendered her living right.
At last she turned into sick and withered rose.
Lost all beauty as a flower,
Standing lifeless like an abandoned tower.
She drooped and fell on the dry soil,
Her caretaker for life stood mumb, who was loyal..
Tears trickling down her weakened eyes,
She starred at the dark October sky.
She kept asking , why such a fate?
The night sky replied, born on this planet, we all have been blessed with same state…
I have seen many come and go..unions and separations,
A rule of life for generations.
Oh my rose! the twinkling star said,
Your days are over, you’ve withered and is now dead.
That’s the fate….
She decayed turning hard and brown,
She prepared for her eternal slumber wearing her farewell gown…
Day by day,
She was trampled by passerbys on their way.
The butterfly kept asking ” where is she?”
To which replied a honey bee, ” she was a beauty , from whom I drew honey and the world loved to see”,
Now she has become a hidden past in the realm of history,
Buried in that dry soil….
That’s life for us…. A journey full of mystery.
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