In a beautiful garden, I was born as a rose,
I was unique,
My velvet petals radiated my mystique.
All the flowers were aligned in a row,
But I stood away from all,
not a friend I had.
People cared for me, loved me,
to enjoy my beauty,
But no one cared about the feelings of my agony.
One day out of blue it all changed,
For my good perhaps.
The sky looked more bright
And there stood a yellow ball of light.
Radiating and smiling at me with all his might.
I couldn't help so I too smiled back.
And it was the first time that I felt a tingle in my heart.
All the days we stared at each other till in the mountains he set,
Days had never felt this short
And nights never felt to be this long.
But bliss was never meant to last.
Clouds covered him away from my sight
And I searched for him even in night.
There I stood thinking of him
And he never came.
Clouds parted us away and I was the one left.
All my radiance and glow faded away,
So did my petals wither away.
Slowly I dropped to the ground,
I had no voice and yet I wanted to shout,
But my agony never reached his sight
Maybe he was too far away
Without him I had to let myself die.
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
