The Golden Shower Flower Girl

Roses are common but golden shower flowers are rare

And rarest in this time of monsoon showers

Like you

Yet again I am with a bunch of hard earned inflorescences

Standing in front of you embraced by the rain

Not to score some brownie points with you,

But it’s my earnest offering.

You loved those most, the flower and the shower.

I have in my mind some good old pictures,

Pictures of your cute frowned face.

Tenacious you were then,

Quarreled over the petty issues.

Romantic roses never fascinated you

And always discarded it when I gave

You were charmed by the saintly golden shower flowers

And you wanted me to fetch it for you

I would give you roses instead

Just to irate you

Just to hear your frivolous complaints.

All are my priceless memories, and

Often I take a stroll down memory lane.

Now again in this pouring shower, I came to see you

With your favorite flower

Alas! You are blind to all these,

You are deaf to all these

No more smiles, no more affectionate words

All blended into eternity

Faded away to the world of immortality

Tears are trickling down on my cheeks.

With eloquent silence I stand before your tomb,

Just to give this beautiful flower

As an obeisance

To my dear golden shower flower girl