Autobiography of a Rose

The sweet and tender kiss of morning dew on my temple awakens me up, as I try to look out of the walls of the fortress which had been protecting me since the time of my existence. I can feel the walls of my coat are still rigid, signaling me that I am still not grown enough to show my full face to the nature. I feel sad.

I try to look above the edge of the walls to take some glimpse of the world that lie waiting my arrival. I can see the bright golden sun above my head just like a toy hanging above the head of a baby, just to amuse with its vibrant and bright colors. With flying time the calibration of my excitement increases as I get to see more and more of the world outside. I am still tender, young, and immature. I envy my siblings on other branches who are more mature, more colorful, and more attractive. They are off-course elder than me. They are at their full blaze of their beauty.
By the time when my mother nature opens her arms to welcome me, I feel a lot of amazing changes in me. I am more mature, brighter, more colorful, attractive and beautiful. The perfume in me is really intoxicating. The exuberance of youth in me attracts numerous admirers ranging from colorful butterflies to lover couple of all ages. Everyone sings in my ear - "I epitomize the beauty of nature". I feel at the seventh heaven of joy. I feel proud of my youth and beauty. With pride, I look at my elder siblings whom I used to envy. Most of them are missing now. Some of them have been plucked by the gardener to adore some rich man's bedroom, some to adore the beauty of gods and some as token of love for lovers or for some deceased. Escaping all odds, few, rather very few had the luck to experience the beauty of carrying the seeds to create another life.
One fine morning I was visited by the messenger of god in the form of a butterfly bringing in the packets of love. I experienced the most beautiful moments of my life. I feel content. Now I bear the treasure of nature - The treasure of life.
Slowly I am loosing my beauty. The same sun whom I used to look upon as amusement is now looking like a demon. The heat seems to be unbearable for me. It is taking away the sap of life from me. I am missing my coat now. I am learning that this is the law of nature and it is irreversible. My petals are loosing weight. Some of them have also been lost to the evening breeze. Their fate was decided by the blowing breeze. With every loosing petal, I count the last few moments of my existence.
In time, I am lost from the branch, from the plant, from this earth. But every rose-lover keeps me in mind and heart.