The Veil of Fleeting Grace

By Sakshi Sahasrabuddhe

A rose unfurls its velvet petals, revealing beauty’s crimson mettle;

Yet in its splendour lies its pain, The glory will no longer remain.

The delicate bloom, so full of life, soon succumbs to natures strife;

Ere long the vibrant hues will fade; leaving nothing but memories shade.

How pathetic that such a wonderful sight, should be vanishing with the waning light;

This radiant vision, once so clear, now cloaked in melancholy’s tear.

Still in the flower’s swift decline, we glimpse a truth both sad and fine;

That all things touched by mortal grace, but in the end yield to times embrace.

Beauty is allure, so fine and bright, reminding us of us finite plight;

Yet, in that knowledge may we find, a poignant peace to the heart and the mind.

By Sakshi Sahasrabuddhe