I have seen love’s flower bloom
In the harshest of deserts
For all it needs is a glimpse of the sun
Its lover.
Sometimes she looked at the sun
Unsure if the love was true,
Perplexed that the distance between them
Might douse the flame of love.
Each day her faint heart believed
that a love such as theirs was eternal,
So even when the sun looked the other way,
She assumed that it was but for an instant.
Thus a few days passed in this dream like state,
Her petals turning a dull wine from the effervescent scarlet,
The sun rays seldom fell on her,
The dark clouds taking love’s place.
One day hesitant yet insistent,
She raised her shy lashes and looked into his eyes,
Stretched out her hand caressing his rays,
And asked the question whose answer might be her death.
“Do you avoid me on purpose, Oh might one!
Give me the truth, donot mince words”
The sunrays shone brightly on her then
As if his hand touching her head and promising that their love was true.
Yet the next day,
Love’s flower lay dead
Her petals burnt to ash
Perhaps it was when the sun’s hands touched her in a false oath
That her body and soul turned to dust.
