Ttile : Wondering Blossom !

I often wonder why,
a beauty slowly taken
the sun gazing down ,
the gentle breeze wrestled the leaves
A beauty was the tree who learnd to cry.

I often wonder why,
the sun falls on earth
a flower opens with shy,
it faces the storm instead of the warmth
facing the fire instead of breeze.

I often wonder why,
the naked branches of winter trees
they remind me of who I was,
and who I thought, I’d never be
Yet tries to Bloom wearing the scars.

I often wonder why,
everything happens for the good says the heart
but now that my past self lies with me,
the new me blossoms out hard
Now that what I was dead, I can bloom, can bloom .

– Amit Kothari 🙂