Fate Of Beauty Poem by Hina Waqar

A bud in its blossom
Gay and merry
Dreaming a feature
Light and bright
Life in its harmony
Was delightful and peaceful
Kissing and hugging
The air took it in its bosom
The efforts of the gardener
Rewarded by nature
Joyous and merry
Unknown of its destiny
But for joy is to weep
For nothing lasts eternal
For sorrow every soul is to sing
The climax was destined
A moment changed
Made its life a hell
Tender air turned harsh
Making the flower to dash
Devoid of its benefactor
The flower dashed
Sore was the soul
Burdened was the heart
The flower died
And with it were buried all its desires