• revathi_rangaprabu 45w

    Brilliant, beautiful,
    Breathtaking they are;
    Every bud that turns a flower,
    Not all of them find aisle;
    Some reach grave
    Some find bouquets
    Some adorn heads
    While there are some,
    That remain untouched.
    Flowers from the same stem,
    Find purposes at different asylums.
    They all,
    Spread their fragrance
    Serve the nectar
    Radiate colours
    And wither when it's time.

    Places change
    But endings don't.

    Every sparkle of light finally loses to darkness.