Of Fallen Petals

A new flower is born-
still and smiling.
It's innate innocence, reaching
out in radiance ravishing.
A dreamy look hovers
upon its dew filled eyes,
whose fleeting glances
thank the lord for her chances.


Here come the bees,
the buzz and the dances-
whispering to her keen ear- 
of things they love,and things they fear.
She longs to know-
"Where cometh the light ?"
So gladly she trades, her nectar for flight.
Slowly they suck, and leave her deprived.


The wind howls havoc,
encircling her, his traitorous lips do part-
"Come with me princess, I'll take you afar
Beyond brooks and boundaries that mar-
Be not so still, listless without a song,
Come with me, now come along"
"Let me go", she pleads to the plant-
though the wind tugs along, she can't.

All done, the little flower droops
sapped of nectar, sapped of food.
The sun above, doing no good.
Seething, the wind strikes back,
turning her frock, her coat, all black.
And as the dust seeps into her
one final act, her soul does stir-
unto the sky, a prayer unfurls !


And when the heavens ,
in answer, open.
From slumber, her smile is woken.
Laden with hope, goodwill and rain,
taking away tear,fear and pain.
She rises afresh, 
a life to be lived
and a dream to be dreamed !


Yet, in as swift a manner, as
hope seeped into her, 
something swooped, giggled
and effortlessly plucked her.
"I am now free,
Oh! where have you been ?"
Only for those pretty hands to chuck
her to the floor, Alas! How mean ?