July 01, 2021
Rosa Blossom
The rose in my pretty garden seems to be smiling being nurtured with all the optimism around it. I didn't know that it may capture my heart someday, in that dark night, in the moonlight and under those scattered stars. That perfect glaze of the white light on those red petals seems to attract every eye around my garden. Oh dear! It attracted me through its scent and adorable beauty. The bud, in its core seems to hug the petals with all its heart and all its love, as though it will retain the bond forever and ever. My darling flower caught my heart with that peaceful liberty of its bordering petal...look at it, so free and away from the tyranny. I heard its voice, so pleasing, so soothing...telling me to come near and just give it a refreshing touch.
As I drew near I saw a firefly, giving it a glow... the glow reflecting love and so full of sentience. The rose appeared to blush as it knew it is the only beautiful lady of my little garden and is standing still at its place, showing off its leaves and those tiny extensions enhancing its beauty.

And here's the sun now, it seems to remind me that the night is over, admiring the pretty pose of the rose, but it doesn't know the dainty flower has caught my eyes and I'll not stop adoring it. I'll not stop admiring the blissful droplets on those slim leaves carrying the impression of its veins. That pretty entity will not stop attracting me towards itself. That shimmer will not stop glowing and its fragrance will not stop inspiring and reminding me to water it. It's a gift that I see unfolding daily and am excited about it. There's nothing more profound than the process of creation, the journey of growth and possibility of something beautiful unfolding.
The rose is a rose and a symbol of love after all.


Diya Alwani
Diya Alwani is a grade XII Biology scholar and is keen on art. She’s more into spirituality and fond of reading books of the same genre. She writes about life related articles and tries to live creatively.





