Petal! ... Entry by Rajat Vohra, SIBM Pune

Withering flowers on an autumn day,

Pale yellow grass beds where the petals lay;

It’s not the cruel weather to blame,

The pain of heart is also the same.

No rain no sunshine can make amend,

Into thin air when the petals blend;

The sorrow an unfulfilled love lends,

Can’t be diminished even by friends.

The gardener can barely wait and watch,

While the winter lays its wrath;

Those lonely endless cold walks,

With teary eyes and a heavy heart.

And just like that the spring turns in,

Flowers, colors and petals sing;

Though nature comes out of the frost,

The heart still mourns for the petal lost.