STILL A ROSE

Once upon a time..there was rose..
the only one of its type in the whole garden..
loved by the gardener..
loved by its branch..
deep in color..fresh in essence..
though lonely...yet happy..

One morning when it woke it it felt a tender touch..
it saw beneath its petals, a little extension to the branch..
Rose was filled with joy..
oh! someone new to the family!
It felt the lovely togetherness..
It slowly fell in love..

gradually as it grew..
Alas!it became a thorn..
right beneath its petals..
it started to hurt..
yet rose was in love..with its touch ..with its pain..
it shadowed the thorn from the sun..
it sheltered the thorn in the rain..
the love of rose was so high..
that it dig down the thorn in shame..

One night when rose was asleep..
lost in beautiful dreams..
an attractive looking butterfly..
came fluttering and found the thorn..
it went beneath the petals..
touched and kissed the thorn..
at the beauty of the butterfly..
Alas! thorn's loyalty was gone..

A tender breeze blew..
and brought the thorn to senses..
thorn was reminded of those sheltering petals..
it felt the pang of guilt..
it pushed the butterfly away..
and being a thorn it pricked..
pricked to hurt its beautiful wings..
The butterfly cried a lot..cried a lot to stay..
But the thorn requested to fly before morning..
it pleaded to the butterfly, to fly away..

The butterfly was determined..
determined to hurt the rose..
though it flew from the thorn..
but went and sat in the lap of the rose..
When rose woke up in the morning..
it was filled with joy..
to see a pretty creature in its lap..
but the butterfly didn't show any love..
it showed the tears instead..
it cried and and showed the wounds..
which the thorn last night gave..
It told about the moment of love they shared..
It asked to give the thorn away..

The rose was shocked..
The rose was hurt..
the rose was all in pain..
but at that moment all it could see was..
the wound on butterfly's wings..
and it took it under its care.
it gave them the tender touch..
it gave its essence..
it did all that it could do to heal..
but once they were healed..
the butterfly changed...
its beautiful colorful wings turned into ugly black one..
with just some marks of the wounds.

Yes..it turned into a nasty devil..
which came directly from hell..
no feelings no love..
it just came to snatch back the thorn..
which had dropped by from its den..
As it got up to go, it hit the rose hard..
hit it with the same wings..which once the rose tried to heal..
The dark devil cursed the thorn and flew back to its hell..

The rose almost touched the ground..
but couldn't fall down..
it was heavy..heavy with pain..
but yet it stood high once again..
the thorn lay right there beneath its petals..
hurting it as before..
it never realized how rose was hurt..
which hurt the rose even more..

But whatever it be and how ever it be..
the devil was not a butterfly..
evil it was and would always be
the thorn couldn't change,
how much ever rose would love
because this is how it was supposed to be..
And the rose..was a rose..
after all the trial of its disgrace..
still a rose..as graceful as it would always be

But the sensitive rose was hurt till its depth..
though it smiled all day, but every night it wept..
till today, in the morning all the tears lay on its top..
to which we all exclaim and say..
Oh! such lovely dew drops!