The last petal - the last grace
As the Autumn falls
The jays sing
A melody -a tale the old wives would sing
While the sun fills the sky dripping
With gold as honey to the brim
I catch sight from my window
Vines and creepyard twirling around the window sill
As if they sing
A song as sweet as demise or
If it were the angels in guise
A lone flower grew at a windowsill
As if to protest against the time that stood still
It's family lost with traces of pain
The only being blessed with god's grace
It's petals unfurled with dawn's kiss
Symbolising how in everyone's lifetime would tick
The petals thin curled from the sun’s lips
Dancing in the hands of fate's eclipse
The petals when once five
A household huddled with warmth and life
Screaming yelling throughout the night
Those days filled with endless delight
Then only four in bloom remained
Darkness and somberness reigned
Someone swooned and refused to wake
The mother drunk in despair
pain replaced all she cared
couldn't bear and left
before the fortnight flower wilted in the summer sphere
The flower as a silent spectator- Witnessed the tragedy without a care
And soon it showed only three tears as petals resembled my fears
It turned two
And my twins who were coming of age
Scummbed from the blue mays,
Where both the wretched fate and cursed destiny acted as companions in the same fray
Blood and despair
Pain unfazed and uncared
Left scars that forever etched in my life's slate.
A happy canvas tainted by sad fate
I tore apart the room & the whole place
Made a scene to escape fate's disgrace
Yanked the vein where the bloody flower lay
In a desperate attempt to flee from fate's game .
One went down a road where no bridge could hold
no river could float
The poor man left alone
In the autumn air with loss and the larks cry as if it were the last - Last of its kind to witness the goodbyes
Now I see the lone petal guarding its last meal.
To toy while enjoying the angst and fear, Encircling it in a tight spree
Stalking and spectating seems to be its forte
I'm a poor man with not much time to live
It knows perching on the window sill.
As the last petal falls
I'll dissolve to the ground .
From where life and stillness were born Life and stillness calls
To be at home enshrined in a tomb
Buried underneath yet not alone
With nature's cry and winds sweet whisperings that will soon be dissolved into nothing
Yet in that moment
To be dead yet to get to live In the summers bliss
Underneath yet unable to feel the heat Blessed with the peace finally at ease
At the last petal falls I'll know .
Time has been too patient with me
I'll return to the sea and take it with me Maybe someday you'll see Me flying across the busy streets
As a small petal in the breeze
As the last petal falls I'll put a halt to this melody.
My heart finally bared with all i could bleed
The petal resembling both freedom from life and an ill fared defeat
Copyright © Diya Dimri | Year Posted 2025
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