Saturday, May 21, 2011


Dew drops falling over ,
shining on the surface,
the freshness of the blossom ,
curled up and rolling down ,
glittering under the sun .
Every petal wishing to be bloomed,
hugging each other around .
Wondering at the bewildering journey ,
in a circle round.
The bloomed pink remembers 
its journey long back 
when it was wrapped up in a pack .
It eyes its neighbour ,
as the dress it wears .
It shows around in vanity .
It calls itself the dainty 
               The Blooming Bud.

Tanya Ghosh
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