A beautiful red dying rose

 

A beautiful red dying rose,

Stood along a busy road. 

Ignored and suffered for so long, 

Pearly tears always come along.

These tears always dripped down, 

On the grounds and to the root.

And went all the way up and up,

To where the flower wept to truth. 

But this is a different day,

The sky's a vibrant blue.

The warm sun peepes on us,

From behind the white cotton looms.

But where our rose once stood,

That place is empty now. 

It smiled while singing the last prose,

There stood a beautiful red dying rose.

~Hemang Kargeti