One day the flower withers!
Leaving all behind
Carries away its fragrance
with butterflies dying.
That day is precious
for the one with hope
Soon it comes to end
An everlasting smile devours with pain.
Indeed! the flower withered
lost in consciousness,
I couldn’t control or
Maybe it didn’t do the best
to suffice the people it loved.
Now, it’s already been engulfed
Loosing it’s battle!!
HOPE WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOMEDAY TO CREATE UNDONE DEJAVU .
~Aastha Gupta
India