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Amita Khanna

Classics

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Amita Khanna

Classics

The Rose Bush

The Rose Bush

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The rose bush in my garden 

That I treasured oh so much 

It gave me wonderful flowers 

But withered soon to dust. 

The gardener came and saw it 

He could not help it much

He knew the plant was dying 

So severed off the branch.

Red with anger I chided him 

Why did you cut it down 

He turned to me smiling

This cut will bring it on.

I waited each day patiently 

I talked to it every day 

To see a new shoot appear 

I would do anything 

Come what may.

I turned to go indoors 

As I entered the living room 

My own borne plant 

Was sitting there 

Withering in his gloom. 

At once I saw reason 

I saw a distant light 

This precious little flower

Was facing the same plight.

I sat to caress and pamper 

The child I had so ignored 

Just to get him 

Speak and uncover 

Was a mountain I couldn't explore. 

So many things we overlook 

While running the rat race 

Our focus lies on things beyond 

The home

Seems a casual place.

I weighed I reasoned 

The pros and cons 

Caught in a complex mesh

Trying too hard to wiggle out 

To start anew and fresh 

But time had passed 

And realisation dawned 

The error becomes too grave

When we deflect from the path 

Of a situation we must brave.


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