A Yellow Rose... Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

A yellow rose! !

I was in grown in bushes like the unnoticed yet noticed,
Then people cherised it by my vibrancy,
The choices were simple,
But it was tough,
I had a lot in my bag,
Over years, I am the queen of the garden,
There are expressions along with my shades,
From charminng blushes to your temperment.

From my home, I came directly to the colourful store,
Along different colours I was placed,
Red, white, pink, violet along all I was waiting though,
They were telling the month of appreciation and expression came along.
What could have been better than us to say it all?
From six to sixty, all came with big smile,
To chose their shades.
From blush to fury all were taken,
I was smilingly left alone.
The colour of sun rays lost it fragnance infront of deep emotions.

Then she came along,
With a charming smile and a confused mind,
She picked me twice without a thought,
Maybe that was a lucky day for me above all.
I was smilling and looking at her with my whole heart,
She was lost in her thoughts.
I expressed my greatest gratitude with my fragnance.
Someone told, "It was rose day after all".

She wrapped me with utmost care and joy.
To gift to the soul whom she admired.
The color of mine represent warmth and grace.
I was a symbol of exuberance.
Like her old habit, she left me with a blank note.
I was happy to see her gentle eye sparking by the gaze.
She waited, I waited, for him to say or express something at all.
The day turned,
I am still there in that corner of that desk,
Losing my grace my pride and a sorrow in chest.
She saw me but with her ego in her mind,
She didn't took me away nor she smiled.
He was arrogant they said.
He kept things un noticed they warned her.
She was blank but kept me to him with a hope.
I expressed platonic emotions to him.

Now I am waiting,
The day to dry up my petals,
The day I will be thrown to the waste.
The day when I will be really unnoticed.
I was dead the moment, I was ignored with pride.
I lost my charm and shine.
I also wished to be a part of those lost and found in those yellow pages.
But,
I am waiting now to all my tears to dry up