Monsoon Met A Flower Poem by AAHAN VARMA

morning morning I went to garden,
I met a flower named charm,
with my busy life in burden,
after talking to her my mind becomes calm

she saw me with her smiling face,
I talked to her short more time,
she blessed me that I will win every race,
till we talk it was just nine

there were so many hitches around me,
to talk with her in peace and in,
so many rules that surrounds me,
that somehow I have to win

one day when I went to garden,
she ignored like I am no one,
all this happened such sudden,
to whom should I convey Is there someone

I sat near pond lonely lonely and lonely,
to the things I was afraid to be,
I cried and cried smiling madly,
only I know how it feels to me

she dried and died after sometime,
as every year I wait my time to fall,
we must spent some more time,
I still remembers our memories that's all

: -- AAHAN VARMA