TEARS OF THE FLOWER....

I had a pink rose in my garden....
it bloomed every day...
i watered it with love and care...
and it bloomed brighter each day....
it flashed out its vibrant petals....
and listened to the humming of the bees...
it spread its fragrance to every corner of its reach....
it was adored and loved by all...
whole summer, it smiled at all its lengths...
i looked at it and cried for happiness...
strange did it appeared to me ....
when i saw her shedding a drop of tear every morning..
i never heard her cry in the night...
or sob with the blowing breeze...
it stuck to me it was cold...
i gave her warmth and she was dying...
so i gave her sun and wind again....
she was blossoming again in the light...
all this while, she dropped a tear and it got me in tears....
i wondered why she was so scared to tell me...
it was Aututmn again and she withered...
i cried for her...
i clung her close to me in the leaves of my favourite book...
that i read to her while she was still smiling...
now that she is turning to a fossil...
i am still wondering why she cried even when she had the best of the worlds......
maybe she was smiling inbetween her tears????
maybe she was sad that she will be gone soon?
maybe she was too scared to write her feelings?
or she might me wanting to shed her relief??/
else she was incapable of holding me coz of her thorns???
maybe she was too intimated to speak her heart out...
that she wrote silent tears????/