A Confession

A confession

Who made this lovely bud,

Withered  away,

And let not her  see,

A blossoming day

A face that was glowing like a flower,

It further glittered, when wet under shower,

Each of passing years,

Wrote something on her face,

Her  wrinkled face,

Without any grace,

Her lovely eyes full of tears,

But she had no word to say,

May that  dark clouds,

Have a silver ray,

Those very black hairs,

Also grew gray,

Once she was a lovely bud,

Alas!  Those bygone day.

She was full of youthfulness,

hot and bold,

Alas! she shivers,

Out of cold,

As youth is lost,

She grew up  old,

An old lady, who is  weak,

Like a decayed teak,

Once upon a time she was strong,

But something had gone wrong,

So now, she is old and weak.

She loved me,

I loved her too,

She blushed red,

When I did woo

I couldn’t do, what I was supposed

She gathered her courage and  proposed,

Alas!  I made her withered away,

I couldn’t see then, but it pricks me today

my soul is crushed under heavy load,

We walked together on that road,

The road is busy, as it had been,

I look for her,  but she is not seen.

Is it a reverie, or a glimpse recalled,

Or a forgotten scene, revived and installed,

I see her passing on the grass,

In a winter morning awakened by dew,

Shining, glittering dew on  grass,

I couldn’t hold it, but let her pass,

Like a twinkling firefly captured in the fist,

Was let loose, and vanished in the mist,

I used to be with her, often on dewy grass,

Holding her hand, we often used to pass,

Making furrows, washing our feet with dew,

But it could not last long, and counted as few,

I wish, if wheel of time could have a pause,

For reversal of past, had there been a clause,

 Alas! i A sense of confession and remorse,

A feeling of guilt, curse me with its full force

Why  didn’t I try

To let her smile

Blushing crimson cheeks,

and pleasing chuckles, she had,

Alas! I made her sad,

Alas! I hurt her, and made her to cry.