gulab khandelwal selected poems
Seeing a flower withering away on its branch
‘Is it a matter of small pride
That you have remained untouched to the end!
The flower replied,
‘If I had known,
Beauty and youth are transitory,
I would never have persisted throughout my life.
To remain untouched.
I am not sorry
That I am withering away today,
My only sorrow is,
Why have I remained untouched so long.’