The Rose That Bloomed

One glowing dawn he came , With a rose in his hand. Rain drops were still there, Though not over him. “God! He was melting away! Why are all those clouds about, Mark? Don’t you know I have always waited for you… I waited for you long and long.” “Dude! My voice left me alone! Well…my eyes had voice! It was all transparent with my eyes.” At last he gazed at me and went away. Oh! He left me without the rose. “Well…you know… Another day will come. He will step in. A new rose will bloom for me.”