Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Fallen Flower

Often when I tread 
Upon that narrow path 
Of soft, red earth
With trees lush and verdant 
And pretty blooms along the way,
I find the fallen flower 
Fast wilting ,yet smiling 
Forever there to greet me.

Dawn turns to dusk 
Cold, dark nights 
Silent and lonely, 
Leave behind the mist..
Now, under the amber glow 
My feet tread softly again 
On the moist, red earth. 
Trampled and twisted 
Yet smiling, I find 
The fragrant, fallen flower.

Today,I find an army of ants 
On my path's trajectory 
Marching purposefully 
Over the trampled, twisted 
Fragrant, fallen flower
Torn apart now,yet smiling 
Still there to greet me..
My beautiful companion
Of warm, dewy mornings.

The once fragrant flower 
Trampled, torn and crushed 
Has been swept aside
To clear the rot on 
The soft, red earth I tread upon
It's youth swallowed by time. 
But it's fragrance still lingers..
When I walk that 
Narrow , lonely path .

M. Neog
( Dew drops)












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