Destiny Of A Rose

By Yaso Manaswini

A little bud growing in a corner of the garden

Inconspicuous from the prying eyes of envy,

Amidst the thorns that would soon harden,

It stood bashful, as though seeking pardon.

As time flew, its beauty wasn't contained

Attention sought it from distant views.

Veils failed, whether the sun shined or rained

Its scarlet blush couldn't now be restrained.

Gaining the touches of a lost poet, it thrived

Perfuming pages with a new found warmth

Until one day, it saw words no longer strived,

And pages no longer inked when it arrived.

No more could it perfume, nor could it blush

Its spirit slowly dying as it turned to dust

Memories of a scarlet story with beauty lush

Only remain in the pages that are now hush

By Yaso Manaswini