In The Valley of Flowers

By Atharva Rewatkar

I strolled with a soul completely bereft 

near the valley of a myriad blooms 

and in unison my eyes were cleft

 by a spectacle that dispelled my glooms; 

Amidst the valley's fertile rows,

those red roses became my heart's repose. 

Abundant as the sky's evening hue 

they sway and swirl in the air 

as a red sea comes into my view 

drenched in the mist of its flair. 

In hundreds, I see them at a glance 

flirting and blushing to Nature's trance. 

The air nestled around with a sweet sigh

 as it kissed the petals with a regal grace. 

A sight that caught heaven's eye 

and braced the earth in this divine place. 

I gazed and gazed, but little did I know 

about the joy these roses would bestow. 

For oft when on my settee I lie 

In a pensive or thoughtful mood, 

their memories make me solemnly sigh 

inside my healing soul's solitude 

And in my soul, their beauty will forever stay,

 Blessing my derelict soul along its way.

By Atharva Rewatkar