Alone as I loiter the face of this earth,
I am in constant search for a soul of worth.
Many are attractive and some even shine,
But I have a thirst for the finest wine.
I am a man with a good baritone sense,
My thoughts have an unforgettable redolence.
I thrive upon having a unique gust,
I have built myself on the power of trust.
I want to walk the path like a prince,
Yet I believe in wearing simple.
Clothing is a false symbol,
Building a rich personality is my rumble.
Come then, I'll tell you a tale,
The spirit of which began with a good hale.
I was walking in a garden,
The colours of which had its own shine.
I came across a bush with many flowers in it,
All of them were following the germination legit.
Then a different one caught my eye,
It's growth signified it's dream to fly.
Though it was a part of the same bush,
It's features spoke a sense of distinguish.
Though its colours had a simple shine,
It's posture showed it as something divine.
No extra glow, yet an unordinary shade,
In the cool breeze, it had its own wade.
It was neither too tall, nor too shiny,
It carried a bright smile which you see in the winners against agony.
I fell in love with it the moment I took a beam,
I want to be a part of it just like the pebbles in a stream.
The feeling was as beautiful as a bush of rose,
I wanted to have with it a long coze.
I came by and visited the garden everyday,
Seeing it, I was away from the worldly slay.
It was simple and yet one of its kind,
One that would always honour it's bind.
I brought it home one day and planted it in my garden,
I learnt lessons from it just like the duke in the forest of Arden.
I nourished it with all my heart,
In my life it had a big part.
It died one day and lay on the ground,
I cried that day with all my hound.
It seemed to be happy this way,
The body signified peace as it lay.
The Bush of roses had fallen apart,
The pain stung like a pointed dart.
The pain later relieved, the misery fell apart,
For all was left is a sedge of hravart.
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