A Bunch of Flowers

I still stand outside your door,
With a bunch of flowers in my hand,
You told me you won a crusade of life,
I am so proud and overjoyed your success,
I celebrated with prayers to our forefathers,
for their invisible care and protection,
I thanked the nights, stars and moon,
And the sun who shared you the lights of wisdom,
I fly with a bunch of flowers in my heart,
Knocked the door of your heart,
You were so busy, accepting calls,
Receiving guests, chatting with friends,
I won't blame you; it is your day,
You must celebrate with unleashed joy,
I waited outside your window,
Watching you, your glittering eyes,
With full of lights and love,
Sharing your laugh and sigh with everyone,
I did knocked your door two three times again,
It must have been overshadowed in the noise,
It was midnight and celebrations were still going on,
I stepped outside and walked to the garden,
You are hurt, plants told me,
Yes, little bit, I am a human,
But it is not her mistake,
She informed me of her victory,
She could have just hide that,
But now she is a different person,
A star beyond my reach,
I must understand and realise that,
I should not have been come,
Should have been just watching her,
Through my heart and soul as before,
I breathe the bunch of flowers,
It had her fragrance,
Plants told me,
leave that bunch of flowers with us,
we will make them flowering in her garden,
and smile at her tomorrow morning...