Fallen Flower

 I've been wondering why,

My life a withered bloom,

I had barely blossomed.

Alas, am  blown down,

Smeared are my petals with dust,

Gazing at the sky, I lay.

Ripped by a gentle breeze,

 To a land far off am taken,

Away from my fragrance.

I wonder,
is it an act of God?

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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