An Aesthetic Truth
They say that a rose loses its scent
when mild wrinkles are seen on its content
You could almost see its color fading,
fading away little by little everyday
when the morning dew kisses it with ease.
Bright pink turns into pale pink and then turns into white.
But before it loses its complete light, it gives up.
Nature doesn't let the rose lose its complete color
For nature knows only the most beautiful may survive.
Share This Poem