A Blooming Rose

A Blooming Rose

   A blooming rose doesn't stay as it is forever. One day she'll be pale and withered. Her petals will fall off. She'll be dull and inert at last. Likely, this flower also started to wither. I thought that she'd be plucked then because she'd must be withered as usually after a few days later. So I plucked the flower and placed her on my table. I was getting a sweet fragrance even after several days later. One day I was reading a book. Suddenly my vision was fixed on that withered flower. I saw her gloomy and flaccid body. I thought that one day who showed a life response, dispersed a sweet fragrance, gave me perfect satisfaction and created my heart transparent and loving but now she has become gloomy and inert. With a painfull heart I threw the flower through the window. I thought in the next moment that if the result of my heroine had been tragic so, how my story would be continued? So I didn't throw her from my heart.

 

I planted some flowering plants in tubs in the balcony. There were tuberose, marigold, chrysanthemum and rose. One day I noticed a bud had been emerged from the rose plant. I became very glad. I waited with my deep inquisitiveness till the blossom of the flower. Time of waiting is always bothering. After two days later the flower became booming with its sweet fragrance. I noticed that the butterflies were coming to the flower. I smelled the flower. How sweet the smell was! Approaching to pluck the flower I couldn't. My mind resisted me. My mind told that the flower was looked beautifull on the plant. She was the offspring of the plant. If I had plucked her the mother plant would be very much shocked. The flower was twistisg in the air. Looking her glamourous appearance I felt that she was a nice vergin. As it were she was talking with me silently, "I have a life like you. I have a seperate existence and silent expressions. Do you think about me?" Thinking the matter I didn't pluck the flower. I smelled the flower time to time. Meanwhile a love was established between us. I thought that the flower would be the main character that's the heroine of my story. I took my pen.

I was thinking about the way by which how could I return my heroine in my story. In that moment my wife came and said, "There'll be a function in our house today. We need some flowers" I answered, “Ok, I'll go for that" Now-a-days in our country the use of flower in every function has become a tradition. Previously there’re no much uses of flowers. We never saw any flower shop in our boy-hood. Everyman used to collect flowers from gardeners. But at present flower shops are usually found in every town of our country. Now flower trade is in bumper. I've seen in the newspaper that our country is going to export flowers. Flower cultivation in our country is now remarkable. I remembered the country of Japan. Japanese are flower loving people. The use of flower in Japan is very much. They're very expert in decorating their houses with flowers. That trend has begun to stream in our country also. Of coures it is a good news.

I remembered a hadith. Our beloved Prophet Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (S:) said, "If you have a single penny, you purchase your food by it but if you have extra one, you purchase flower by that." Almost all poets of the world have written poems with the example of flowers. Rabindranath Tagore, our national poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and so many others have written their poems with flower examples. The famous poet William Wardsworth wrote his remarkable poem "Daffodils". Excluding the poets you come to the common people. It's quite unbelievable that a man doesn't like flower. Remember the Valentine’s day, you'll find many men with flowers. Everyone goes to his beloved person with flower. When I was quite absorbed in those thinkings my wife reminded me to go to purchase flower. My thinking was interrupted and I went out for flower.

Now-a-days in our country the flower shops have become well decorated. They have been decorated with various showy flowers. The names of the flower shops also have been fixed according to the name of various flowers. I entered into a flower shop. I ordered the shopkeeper to make a flower bouquet. A young boy of the shop made a beautiful flower bouquet with red roses and other beautiful flowers within a short time. I became astonished and thought "pratice makes a man perfect'. I took the flower bouquet and paid the price. I tried to smell the flowers but I shocked. The flowers were smelless. I asked the shopkeeper “Why these roses have no smell?" Shopkeeper replied, "These flowers are showy only but they have no smell. They're new hybrids and are cultivated in plenty in our country. They don't disperse fragrance." I became hopeless.

I returned home with that flower bouquet. Many thinkings were gathering in my mind. There're many men who’re only showy but they've no qualities. On the contrary there're some people who've no facial beauties but they've many good qualities. Indeed a man of quality always disperses his fragrance like a blooming rose.

I gave the flower bouquet to my wife and inclined myself on my bed. I was thinking about how I could return my heroine in my story. I didn’t know when I became drowsy. The heroine of my story who bloomed in my balcony came in my drowsiness. She was loughing wilh a heavenly smile. She was telling me, “Do you remember me? I was the blooming rose of your balcony. I dedicated my life for the sac of dispersing fragrance among you. I finished my existence to establish a clean peace in your minds. If you can disperse the peace message to the mankind, you'll be a real fragrant blooming rose. Man'll come to you to gain clean peace. Remember that flower does'nt bloom for ownself.  So you should bloom your heart for others.” When I was listening deeply the flower’s tale my wife came suddenly and pushed me. She said to me, “Why are you sleeping in the day? Let’s come, our function is going to be started soon.” I woke up and attended the function rubbing my eyes. Still then I was looking in my inner eyes the heavenly smiled appearance of that fragrant blooming rose.