It was one of those fine moments,
When fascinations got the better of me…
I got myself a rose plant…
My companion, at lazy hours, to be.
Oblivious, was I then,
To the lessons, those hours would teach,
Waiting long, for just a flower to bloom,
Precious patience had just the peak to reach.
Then one fine morn, amidst the leaves,
A tiny green bud was taking a peek…
My heart overflowed with joyful kindness,
At the way, that beauty behaved so meek.
She was the princess of my heart now…
Claiming, every ounce of love in it.
I nurtured her like my own child…
But adamant, she would proudly sit.
Her shyness overwhelmed me,
Her straight refusal was making me mad,
When suddenly she braved all the odds,
And bloomed with all the youth she had.
Fair and red, epitome of love,
She unfurled her curves with defying grace,
And though, the sun shined at her,
It brightened somebody else’s face…
She flirted with the bees…
And their courtships, were quite a lure.
My insecure heart, fell a victim
To the fun of their youth, sweet and pure.
I knew now why it hurt my father
When I plucked the roses from his garden.
When it’s your hands that give way to life…
There’s a bond that is divine and ardent.
Well, now I had a truth to face …
That beauty is transient, it has to wither.
It was time and she had to leave…
Only memories soft and sweet would linger…
As she prepared to leave this ethereal world,
I had to turn my eyes away…
But lo! Behold! She had left a gift…
Another bud was on her way!!
