Anita Sehgal

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Time Cycle - Poem by Anita Sehgal

Across my window
A tiny rose bud peeped shyly out..

Pure, innocent, fragile..
Days passed..

The bud turned to full bloom,
Radiant in its glory.

Vainly it preened at the sun.

Soon enough the petals turned pale..
forlorn and lonely..

The drooping stem heaved to bear its dead weight..

The days waited patiently.

For the rose to bide its time..
Anytime, anytime, , .. now
An endless time cycle.

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  • (9/19/2012 10:17:00 AM)


    Lovely read. Vanity of youth and truth of life cycle all there with such soft wordings. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 7, 2012


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