Under the shadows of savage life , deep inside the dark forest.
A black rose possessed its tragic existence.
It was out cast and unwanted despite all its fragrance and radiance , It never fits in the relinquishing blooms.
It was cultivating loneliness in the presence of the whole forest and hence loneliness was out-grown !
It was growing thorns since the beginning as it always knew the one who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose….
No one watered it, It nourished on its own till its ravishing bloom appeared…..It was always taken ‘For Granted’ and it bestowed an ancient confidence.
And one day it started burning but no one had time to grieve over it because they were busy admiring the forest…
All it ever wanted was to reach out and touch the hearts of other roses…. It wanted some Love but it forgot that all great and precious things are always lonely in the forest.
Its eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears…. It bled tears and its petals absorbed them silently…. It never gave a plaintive cry but its silence was deafening !
Slowly with the prolonged grief, the petals became pale. Autumn prevailed over it…in spring !
And then ‘Black’ was gone… All that was left was pinching thorns and pale stems. It followed the quickest path of self-destruction that was to push away all the loved ones, all the wishes.
The descent stripped it bare and left it as it was at its core, It was painful… It was abashed, ruined.
Black was gone… The beauty was gone…. The lustrous shine was turned to painful sighs…
The Black Rose was a part of the forest now !
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