She lives in a country, which has six months of darkness. Though she is accustomed to nights, she yearns for the sun. The dim street lamp illuminates the garden, from where a lone rose stands out. While admiring the rose, she hopes it would live to see the sunlight.
Your unmatched glow
Lights the darkest of nights
I pray you live forever
This was written for the ligo haibun challenge.
Beauty not only resides
in sprightly brightness
and flashing colours
Look at this new blossom
of delicate petals
and pale splendour
Any heart that dances
to the rhythm of animated glow
would be enveloped in soft music
and be cheered with unknown warmth
while glancing at this flower of joy
The queen of flowers
Unfolds her petals with a flourish
Open to the gentle warmth
Shying away from rain
She shivers from cold
Shrinking from winter
Also withering from summer
She seeks slight breeze
and longs for a mild sun
The early day is her chosen time
Do not give your lover a diamond ring
It would fuel her greed
making her ask for more
Do not give her expensive gadgets
She might frown and say,
‘That was not so romantic’
Do not give her a watch
She might not like the model
Do not go for luxurious clothes either
She may eye them critically
Just try giving her a single rose
Bring out the creativity in her
And rekindle the innocence
It may mean nothing to you,
but a lot to her
Beauty lies in simplicity
And remember! A rose is never out of fashion
It was a sprightly day in June
and a blue rose blossomed in my garden
amidst full red roses
The tender blue rose
had dangerous thorns,
which pricked at the slightest touch
It survived the spring and the fall
and looked as silky
as the day on which it was born
One sunny day
it was suddenly gone
We looked all over the ground,
the walls and even in the next garden,
but it was not to be seen
and we never had a blue rose again
These white roses have blossomed
gracefully amidst thorns and barren stems
to show that peace can exist in conflict.
A pleasant new voice in a world
filled with noisy commotion.
These roses show that bright hope
can arise amongst dark despair
and optimism lives
even in the midst of turmoil
The butterfly soared afar
Giving a slip to the boy with the jar
He barely escaped the eyes of a woman
who was picking butterflies for fancy and fun
Though attracted by the fireplace
A spark alerted the butterfly to find a new place
And he could have drowned in the fountain of colours
But for his quick thinking,
Which saved him from dangerous adventures
Finally he perched on a red-blood rose
Unable to resist her fragrance and poise
Now he heard the call of destiny
As a sharp thorn pricked his wings
The pink beauty graces the still pond
With its shy appeal
The Lotus has a fragrance,
Pure and unique
Unlike the splendid rose
Or the enticing Jasmine
Do you want access to the Lotus?
Then you have to enter murky water
Nothing valuable comes your way
Unless you soil your legs
Or give your heart to it
I blossomed with my sister
In the darkness of a moonless night
Walked in a young man next day
He admired and caressed her
She blushed and spread her petals in pleasure
He took an image of her
She smiled and posed for him
And she waited expectantly
When he abruptly plucked her
From the mother stem
The entire bush shook with grief
And he mistook my tears for dewdrops
We shrivelled as he just walked away
Leaving us to mourn her loss
I wish I were a fresh rose,
Which proudly blossomed yesterday
Swarmed by thirsty bees
Loved by all
What is it to live a hundred years?
Ignored and uncared for
Than to a live a few hours
And wither away
Admired and loved by all
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