The sun has hardly risen. The morning light has hardly appeared. The mist of the dawn has hardly melted. I left my niche for my usual hand out. Miles roll away—hours pass by till I reach The Garden—the Utopia of my Dreams—The Garden of Heaven!
Acres and acres of sweet multicoloured flowers are laid out—I have tasted most of them; thus have a clear concept about which is sweet and which is not. I only glanced at them and without a pause kept on moving. I may sound a “Casanova” but simply I am not contented at heart with any of them.
I went to the most secluded and ignored part of the place, where at one barren corner stood a desolate Rose Tree.
Thin are Her branches, almost naked and full of sharp thorns. God has never graced Her with a single flower.
The lonely Tree, clearly sad at heart, has always been the centre of all my attraction. So far I have tried innumerous attempts to establish a friendship with Her; but every time She, with Her silent refusal has blown all my passions out. Still I did not give up hope. I knew quite well, that desolate Lady—whom I never saw smiling—is the object of all my happiness, all my passion, all my peace.
Visiting Her has now become my regular routine. I keep on talking with Her—mostly one sided—hours after hours. Sometimes She replies, sometimes believes only in reticence.
From a distance I saw her. Something must have happened. She looked different. She was still desolate, but definitely She looked different. I came closer. She waved her branches and oh! What a surprise! I saw a small flower! A budding Rose! Finally She has a flower at the edge of one of Her branches! God has smiled on Her—and gifted Her with a bud—a bud of Rose!
I came further close. I sat on the lap of the Rose! She is so Red! She is so Bright! Then She kissed me—on my lips—on my cheek—on my forehead. I felt Her touch—I felt Her lips—soft and moist yet with the morning dew. I enfolded Her—rested my head on Her swelling breast. Aaaahh! I felt Her! Her Heavenly Fragrance—Unearthly Tenderness—I felt all. It made me go wild—I gone mad! I simply went mad! Now I am the King of the World. I have the Kiss—Kiss from a Rose!
Acres and acres of sweet multicoloured flowers are laid out—I have tasted most of them; thus have a clear concept about which is sweet and which is not. I only glanced at them and without a pause kept on moving. I may sound a “Casanova” but simply I am not contented at heart with any of them.
I went to the most secluded and ignored part of the place, where at one barren corner stood a desolate Rose Tree.
Thin are Her branches, almost naked and full of sharp thorns. God has never graced Her with a single flower.
The lonely Tree, clearly sad at heart, has always been the centre of all my attraction. So far I have tried innumerous attempts to establish a friendship with Her; but every time She, with Her silent refusal has blown all my passions out. Still I did not give up hope. I knew quite well, that desolate Lady—whom I never saw smiling—is the object of all my happiness, all my passion, all my peace.
Visiting Her has now become my regular routine. I keep on talking with Her—mostly one sided—hours after hours. Sometimes She replies, sometimes believes only in reticence.
From a distance I saw her. Something must have happened. She looked different. She was still desolate, but definitely She looked different. I came closer. She waved her branches and oh! What a surprise! I saw a small flower! A budding Rose! Finally She has a flower at the edge of one of Her branches! God has smiled on Her—and gifted Her with a bud—a bud of Rose!
I came further close. I sat on the lap of the Rose! She is so Red! She is so Bright! Then She kissed me—on my lips—on my cheek—on my forehead. I felt Her touch—I felt Her lips—soft and moist yet with the morning dew. I enfolded Her—rested my head on Her swelling breast. Aaaahh! I felt Her! Her Heavenly Fragrance—Unearthly Tenderness—I felt all. It made me go wild—I gone mad! I simply went mad! Now I am the King of the World. I have the Kiss—Kiss from a Rose!
(And The Drone can never think of remaining departed from His loving Rose any longer!)
