Rose Is Sad Indeed Poem by sehdev sharma

The sun was shining,
the drops of dew melted,
A butterfly came,
with startling wings,
sat on the newly bloomed rose,
enjoyed the softness of petals,
refreshed its nostrils,
with celestial fragrance,
sucked the nectar,
flew away thanklessly.

The next day,
same butterfly,
flew away from this rose,
noticed,
unattended.
Choose the next rose,
to treat it like the previous one.

The previous rose contemplates,
whats its fault was?
It gave its everything,
got nothing as a return gift.
It just wanted a revisit of,
that butterfly,
to spend some heavenly moments,
before the blooms of rose,
shuts forever.

Rose kept on thinking,
why was it got punished,
without committing any crime?
Without any hurt or hatred?

Our world is like this,
hence,
rose is sad indeed.

SEHDEV SHARMA