Amidst this tumultuous weather, where I had lost all my loved ones into the strong winds….. I was quite suprised that I was still able to cling on. Infact, I closed my eyes and started feeling those strong drops of rain on my gentle petals. I was being stronger and stronger….. While it should have been the opposite. However, I tried my level best to get rid of the pain of losing my dear ones. But my tears drops went invisible, and they went on with the flow of this acid rain.
I was getting old and old in these few hours. I was appearing quite weary and it was getting more painful. I was still clinged on to the love of my life. My friends always tought me to beautify nature through my presence. They unwillingly lost their lives and shouted out to me for not losing hope. It was yet an unnatural death. I was helpless. I was obliged to live upto the wish of my existence.
Some wet umbrellas were left open beside me. They were completely wet. I noticed that one of those had a flower print; they looked much like me. Woah! Was I this important to the world? Wow wow!!! But this happiness was just so temporary. Why? I was again and again haunted with the thought of being long lost in this sadness through the rest of my remaining life. This is so disturbing!
I was so engrossed in my mingling thoughts that I forgot about the buds in front of me. They cought my consciousness all of a sudden. But now, no one was left of my acquaintance….. To whom I could ask this question that did I look like this when I was not yet born? I am now gifted with the natural mirrors of water smudged leaves around me and could see myself. This scene is quite rare though.
The rains have stopped now and I am happy….. I am happy that I could show these baby flowers what they look like before falling off. The leaves are dry and clean….. The reflection of sunlight on them is too meagre though for these infants to see themselves. My purposes are fulfilled I guess. But I don’t no whether they would ever think like me or not.
Dear lost beloveds….. Your children are lively and fresh. They know what they look like. They are lucky enough to be mature without any advice. And yes, I learned today that it’s your duty to try to inspire your juniors all by yourselves.
Putting it in another way, I am reminded of Rabindranath Tagore’s immortal and evergreen song “Jodi Tor Dak Shune Keu Na Ashe Tobe Ekla Cholo Re…”
-Pritha Bose