Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Red Rose



'I will wait for her to return.' said the boy,
Placing a white rose on the branch of tree.
As he sat on that branch,
Wondering "where is she?"

Moonlight decorated the night
And winds played music with joy.
There was festiveness in the weather
As if nature waited for her to return just like the boy.

'I will tell her today that i love her' said the boy to himself,
His eyes sparkled with happiness and love.
He touched the white rose lying beside him
As all the angels gathered above.

Wishing for a red rose , he had prayed.
But God gifted him with a white rose that even angels wished.
The calmness he felt observing the rose,
It made him remember the girl he loved

Angels were watching and singing songs of love
The Boy sat listening to song of the skies
Her serene eyes, her mesmerizing smile
Was flashing before his eyes

The girl was nowhere to be seen
But his eyes continued to long for her.
He clinged to the branch hoping to see her any moment,
A grin came on God's face as if something was about to occur.

Angels stopped singing,
And the winds increased with the boy's heartbeat
The Heaven's gates opened
and the white rose started falling down, brushing his feet.

The boy followed the white rose
A smile was there as he landed on his head
Then he saw her face and the heaven's gate
And beside him lay a rose covered in red.

'I will wait for her to return.' said the boy,
Placing a red rose on the branch of tree.
As he sat on that branch,
Wondering "where is she?