she planted the lilacs
with love and care
watching it grow for months
and a year.
one fine day the blossoms came,
the tree never looked the same !
the flowers bloomed
in cascading showers,
making heavy the fragile bowers.
in profusion lilacs bloomed,
sadness vanished,
and also gloom.
the flower bloomed ,day after day,
her heart lightened,even mood was gay,
to hearts content she enjoyed the sight
making her fragile heart so light !
in her absent,presence,
when i walk the garden bare,
my heart beats to see ,
the blooming lilac there !
