Gaurav Gurung

The Bonsai

A tiny wonder was welcomed to my abode
Much like the trunk of an elephant
With small branches extending from its body
Lushed with green and decorated with soil that embraced its roots
Oh! How it basked in the sunrays, dancing with animated glee
Oh! How it slept under the moonlight, gently pushing away the wind
The cats rubbed their whiskers under its supressed might
And the dogs seemed to understand its wisdom leaving it unattended 
never daring to mark their territory
To ponder it aged generations was startling, 
like hearing the age old stories of dwarves that had outlived world events
It filled everyone\'s heart with an obscure lightness
Like a flicker of flame amidst the abysmal adjourning dark
Everyday we tended to its delicate leaves
getting a hair-cut was habitual
But we\'d never anticipated that its piousness was infested
The evergreen had foiled into a murky yellow
We blamed it on the fluttering season, leaving the toll on nature

Until one day came when no amount of water, 
No amount of caring, no amount of love was enough
It died on the very same spot that it called home. 
We were shattered; devastated for a week
But then the shards of memoirs by which the Bonsai had made a mirror
Reflected no one. 

The Bonsai was forgotten
The Bonsai that danced under Heaven
The Bonsai that slept amidst the Dark
Was forgotten.