Divyani Pathak


Value Of A Bouquet


When I was born,
I was garnished with a bouquet of flowers,
Those were the sign of welcoming,
When I grew a bit,
I used to decorate my room with a bouquet of flowers,
Those were the sign of beauty,
When I was 'the youth character',
Someone special embraced me with a bouquet of flowers,
Those were the sign of love,
When I touched the zenith,
I was garlanded by a bouquet of flowers,
Those were the sign of victory,
And..
When I am leaving this world,
Again I am garnished with a bouquet of flowers.
But...
These are a sign of separation,
In the begining people put those bouquets with the heart filled with the hope of me becoming a human,
And, At the last they put those with the heart filled with the memories of my deed,
I dreamt of value at the last to be more than that of the begining,
I dreamt of my deed to be more than their hope.
My life started with a bouquet of flowers,
Which were the expectations,
My life ended with a bouquet of flowers,
Which were the results......

Submitted: Monday, May 19, 2014
Edited: Monday, May 19, 2014

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