A WITHERED ROSE 

Drying and dying faintly,
Twilight after twilight,
I cling to the stem,
Reluctant to leave my breath.

If the dainty rose
Has the ability to combat,
Consider the thistles –
Whose inherent nature is to stab.

Understanding the reality of life –
That life smashes all –
I tighten up my grasp,
Making the ones waiting
In the queue understand this:

One day everyone must wilt,
But how to shrink,
Is a decision –
You must possess

Penned By :- Abheepsa Vyas