The Burning Rose.

An overlooked bud once, a Rose in the wild,
Dreamt of cooler summers & winters that were mild.
Plucked away one day to adorn a corner,
The Rose thought now its woe was over.
Placed in a beautiful vase, it saw moments ticking by,
But where was the weather, it always wanted to enjoy?
Everyone said the Rose was a beauty among the few
But it was waiting for its dream to come true.
The dream was the reason for the Rose to be alive,
And there was grief in its heart while people said it smiled.
Time flew away & so did its vigour
Soon it was going to lose its essence forever.
Hope still dwelled in its eyes,
Maybe there will be a better life next time....

Finally, the corner was empty,
And the Rose all withered and dried,
Now burnt in the vicious fire.....
....Of shattered dreams and broken desires.....

-charu