THE PSALM OF PETALS The aroma of your presence, the shelter of your dew, The colour of your petals, seems customarily new_____ The twinkle in your eyes, the charisma of your being, Mesmerizes my soul, like a holy eternal spring. I wonder, what makes you great! Is it you, or just my mind's state? I still remember the day I met you, A tiny-slender creature amongst a few. You were dipped with a tinge of grandeur, Numb stood I long, to listen to your silent roar. All stepped by, I kept admiring the beauty, Staring at your calm and pious novelty___ I looked up to you all day and night, With soothing care, and love dipping just right. I saw us growing with every rowing day, Little by little with promises to stay. I knew you had a mine of possibilities, Immaturely mature, with a bunch full of responsibilities___ It's you, who taught me to grow afresh, Pulling me through all darkness and emerging with grace. O' dear ...