I saw a rose that blossomed in the storm,
It dazzled its brilliant red in the lightening,
It braved the wind to stay locked with the branch that gave it life,
I wondered at the miracle and reached out my hand to pluck it,
It defended with its thorn.
I asked how it stood the test.
Against nature of all things, it survived its best.
It smiled and fell down to the ground.
It wailed no tears it made no sound.
The branch that held high gave up,
Just when the lightening struck.
It lay dying next to the rose that got it luck.
It told me before it shut its eye.
That my rose had fallen and I had to die.
Plucking another rose from another branch that I tried to,
Would get me no luck, no life and no hue.
My rose , that’s you…..when u fall down.
I have no reason to wear my crown.
The branch looks best next to its rose.
When its blossoming in the sunlight.
Or it falls to ur toes.

Devika Tyagi