A Rose in My Garden

Diffident Guy

Kathmandu, Nepal

 

A rose blossomed in my curtilage
It was so delicate and bright
Its beauty thrilled me
Its redolence sated me with delight
After a few days I found
The same rose
Dwelling meekly on the ground
It was veneered with dust
Its splendor was gone
Its fragrance was lost
I did not feel good
So I asked the rose plant,
“Why were you so rude?”
“It is not my fault”,
Heedlessly it said,
“Roses are to bloom, roses are to fade”
Then I asked the rose,
“Don’t you feel the pain?”
With a smile, it answered,
“I will bloom again.”