Smitten by solitary marigold
in some lonesome corner
succumbing to death
Made me to plant marigold
in my own ravishing garden.
Each passing second made me
doleful, gloomy, my life in blue.
Each second when I saw
tainted leaves of marigold
rancid flowers dying!
May be angels forgot to rain……
I cried whole night, amuck tears
showered to water my marigold.
I failed with my swollen, puffy eyes
I failed horrendously
I failed for I cannot see death.
I replanted my marigold
in same lonesome corner
in a hope,
originality is what,
which gives strength to fight.
I can now see my marigold
fighting death and surviving with new bud
Adieu is not some good bye to end……
but good bye to hold on forever in memory.