The Tale of The Pale Tulips

By Tanu Saini

No-one ever gifted me a flower,

Maybe I wasn't a second in someone's hour.

I wanted to capture a flower with the setting sun,

Oh, wait! I can buy myself one.

So I went to the shop across the street,

To make myself happy with a little treat.

The flowers seemed to be waiting for me,

And I wanted to buy all I could see.

But I had to make a choice there,

It was so hard to choose I swear.

The rose whispered to the lily, "Look,

Another girl who will keep me in her book."

The roses had received enough love,

So I ran my gaze a little above.

In the corner, there was a bouquet of tulips—

A broad smile spread across my lips.

I bought the tulips, mesmerized by their charm,

And for a while in my life, I felt calm.

They asked why I bought flowers that were pale,

Maybe because we shared the same tale.

By Tanu Saini