The Dead Flower

The Dead flower has lost

its fragrance

which it was having once

when it was blooming

to its full,

with great joy

and enthusiasm,

spreading its aroma

all around

and giving out a radiant smile,

but little was he knowing

that his days are numbered.

                                                Couldn’t save himself

                                                from the cruel

                                                hands of nature

                                                and was dispersed

            on the ground,

            as he had to bow

            his head

            before the power,

            much more

            stronger than him.

The withered petals,

lying,

were soon driven off

by the heartless wind

as he couldn’t tolerate

seeing them together.

                                                Separated, they kept

                                                on saying

                                                that even if they

                                                live a short life

                                                but much more

                                                dignified

                                                and full of ecstasy.

Courtesy by Shalini Jalali Koul