Nothing but a fresh start

 
A petal breathes free from fragrant mud
A life blooms from flowing blood
The petal grows, now a flower bright
It feels the breeze, the sun, the light.
It dances with joy, 
It glides in grace
It stands in beauty
With butterflies to its chase.
But just as it starts to sway
An unseen hand plucks it away
Laid upon sacred stones
In temples, graves, it’s all alone.
Time moves on as time will do
And soon enough its petals blue
One by one the petals part
Taking with them pieces of heart.
Till nothing is left, but what was art
Isn’t it the same with us too?
We pass like winds that once just blew.
We start with joy and immense glee
But lose ourselves in what should be
Spending our days in silent strain
Dragging dreams through crowded lanes.
Then one day we just snap away
Is it worth the price we pay?
But wait--- this is not the end
For every loss there’s something
 to mend.
The flower fades but leaves behind
A scent that lingers in the mind
A soul may part, yet it stays
In loud laughs, in quiet ways.
In every hug, every tear
It lingers on still ever near
A heart once broken, now will mend
In another’s life it will transcend
It’s not just you or me
It’s in each one who will ever be
Nothing ends, it simply bends
A start or finish--- no real end
From the end we make a new start
We do not vanish, we leave a mark 
                      By Shubhavi Ukhalkar