The Mourn Of A Flower Poem by Ridhvi Sharma

In the season of springtime noon,
I came out and chose to bloom.
The petals of mine gleam in the sun's rays,
the butterflies seem to find their ways

They whisper their secrets to me on a gentle breeze,
I listen closely, granting them peace with ease.
We play together, hide and seek at dawn,
then catch and chase till the dusk is gone,
all beaming, laughing, teasing, and believing
in the magic of each day's song.

I had just come to savor the rhythm of life,
but turns out god had scripted my strife.
The springs have vanished and so the thrive,
Summer emerges and here begins the cry to survive.

Nights are frigid, while the days seem too scorching hot,
I fear to not wilt inside the embrace of my pot.
Few days gone, I brace myself, missing the frosty caress of mist,
the sun is getting cruel and hotter as if the rain is not on its list.

I dangle on the stretch of my thread-like stem, carrying the secret of my pain alone,
Reminiscing the lost memories, for I yearn to call my friends who have gone.
I wish to spill my last secrets to them as I almost wither,
They have abandoned me like I wasn't once the one who glitter.