Saturday, December 19, 2015

Fallen Flower

 I've been wondering why,
My life a withered bloom,
I had barely blossomed.

Alas, am  blown down,
Smeared are my petals with dust,
Gazing at the sky, I lay.

Ripped by a gentle breeze,
 To a land far off am taken,
Away from my fragrance.

I wonder,
is it an act of God?

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)