He, dreaming about her…while passing through the farms..
Found a tiny yellow rose in the leaf’s arms..
He plucked the rose…to present it to her
To make her understand, he is in need of a friend like her
With all the hope that she would accept it,
He headed towards the rock, where she always used to sit.
He found her there and sat by her side
In a fix whether to give the rose or to hide
For minutes he gave nothing more than a smile.
When she got up saying, he is waiting for her at a mile
The yellow rose fell from his hand in a moment
And was crushed by the pressure of disappointment
She passed by his way to meet him. Who’s he?
Looking at the rose lying down there... he fell on his knees..
Well there was a reason behind his disappointment..
Coz it was not only friendship that the tiny yellow rose meant
Again he stands for her in the way..
Near the rock where the crushed yellow rose lay..
He was waiting for her in anxiety, with his eyes close..
Holding a rose in his hand…and this time…A RED ROSE!!