Love’s Wilted Rose…
How precious was the beguiling rose bud
that once bloomed in our love’s enchanted gardens,
each petal, a token of unsurpassed beauty and wonder
whispering cryptic messages to our yearning hearts,
while naive dew drops which mirrored honeyed promises
glittered majestically as its royal crown.
Soon, it blossomed into a unique rose flower
shaded sublimely in the colors of our dreams,
as it filled our days with freshness of new hopes
and sprinkled sweet perfumes on velvety nights
while we vied with each other to tend and to nourish it
shielding it from life’s unpredictable storms.
When did the predatory vine of ego grow
and squeeze out the life from our beloved rose?
as we silently stood watching the drooping petals
ignoring unconcernedly our aching hearts,
till the fragrance of togetherness turned to an unbearable stench
which gradually drove us apart.
Now, of what use are these tears of regrets
that routinely water our love’s wilted rose,
as thoughts like unrestrained butterflies flutter around
the improbable scenarios of happily ever afters,
as we continue to nurse the sting of vacuum
left in our hearts by a love’s red rose.
Anjana Vipin E