The Brown Rose

It was lying on the ground , a brown rose
I know not what made it brown
a painful sight I began to weep
“what happened?” someone knocked at the door
I opened my eyes which were wet and weak
“nothing” I said in a melancholic tone.

My roving eyes rested on a frame on the wall
the memories stirred  and I began to think
the days we spent together, the fruits we shared
the parks,the sea shores,oh! endless to think
all memories are realities of the past.

Once I met her standing alone the garden
she stepped into my heart at the very first sight
I felt the heavenly love in her smile
smile in both ways..it turned to laugh in my dreams
I could see the green shades even in the summer
the moon even in the presence of sun.

How I forget her smiling face when I gave a red rose
her trembling cheeks while I placed my hands on her 
her breathing sound while I embraced her
her closing eyes when I took her lips ...
the rose was more reddish in my hand  but ;

Nothing remains but some colorful memories 
once we were 'alone' in the world but now I am 'alone'
loneliness feeds me like the fire burns the wood
love once , then feel the pain of separation
I took the rose and kept beside the frame
but still I know not what made it brown.