Under my foot step..

2nd Oct, 2009. 8 34 am

The flower that I picked up on the pavement that evening,
White and so delicate...
And yet its smell rousing many a sensation in me…
I could have crushed it under my feet,
Walking on the pavement that evening..

And yet, all the way home, I protected it…
Nestling it away from shoves of the shoulders,
The ashtray that held it in water as I dined….

Seems weird..it could have withered last week,
And it still lies fresh in that water bowl I set away for it…
The fragrance still alive in it..

The course of life that takes another turn altogether,
Just because someone stops to hold you…
At the right time..at the wrong place…