Flowers
by mazHur


A lover of flowers I am,
And who isn't ?
Only hearts made of grit are unable to perceive
the exuberant charm and beauty of blooming floral buds
changing into whorls,spires, hurls and curls
of unmatched petaled architecture
superimposed with lovely rainbow colors
bursting and spouting with celestial redolence
So soothing to the senses, bringing bliss to the heart;
these rosaries of nature, these flowers, swinging on the bough,
Ah,these wide spread ubiquitous botanical bits of immense corrollate grandeur;
Harbingers of joyous Spring,
blooming in conclaves of season of love
overflowing with heavenly beauty, pride and joy,
oblivious of their imminent fate,
that rests with the moth sucking nectar out of their innocent virginity and make them bloom
into clouded face of fruitful forms,
then make them wither and drop to earth
by the cruel hands of first autumnal wind.
These emblems of sparkling elegance;
Prophetic signs of Nature's blessings,
Botanical cherubs of God,bloom and smile in beauty
but once,
like the purity of a budding virgin
destined to rupture at the first stroke of antheral love
by the young prince of spring
to their hearts' delight!