The Blossom

In a barren stretch of land,
In an abode of sand,
In a vacuum of time,
In a monotonous rhyme,
and in a thorny world of struggle I lived,
until enclosing the sky all around,
encased within a corolla of petals,
eclipsing all my other desires,
escalating the heartbeat,
there came out of the blue

a bright blooming bud,
bringing with it a bouquet of fragrance, of smile,
of intoxication, of shine,
of endless energy, of colour,
and of liveliness and unusual valour,
Its melodious pose threw monotony to the sea,
and its shine too glaring for me to see,
Is it a fleeting moment of attraction,
Or an eternal blossom of affection?
Only time will tell,
And I shall wait for eternity.