A withered rose…!!!!

Like a withered rose

She stood still

Unknown

Unaware

Of the change

The blowing wind

It felt strange

To bloom

To smile

Doom

Was that the color

Of her

She wasn’t sure

Or

Cared

She was a withered rose

Stood and pose

Same way

Everyday

Living in the past

So aghast

Of what’s not coming back

Of the deep crack

Between then and now

Raising a brow

She gave signs of life

For she never moved

A withered rose

She stood & pose

Same way

Everyday

There, there

Said the sun& moon

She heard none

She wanted to

Listen, dance & move

To spring & monsoon

But she was no more

The flower she was to be

Ravaged to the end

She stood little bend

She bore no signs

Of the beauty

She was once

Of the richness

The fragrance

The abundance

Of life

A waste to be thrown

What became

Of her

For

She was a withered rose

She might have been presumed

Dead

If it wasn’t the dread

Painted over

Darker

Than her own color

No water

No light

She starved

Pain carved

Every where

She rusted

She broke

To the ugliness

Of a stick in water-less

Pot

She wrought

She fought

Then she became a ghost

A dead flower

Almost

A little pale & pink

Oozing with the stink

Such was fate

Of the girl who

Turned into

A withered rose

Who stood & pose

Same way

Everyday..!!!!

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