On that Windy day, in that pleasant breeze, sown a seed, the first leaf on the branch had taken birth. In that pleasant plight I discovered my existence. I was a small baby leaf coloured yellow and green. I was introduced to the outside world that day. I felt it very wonderful but a coin has two sides, I was unknown of it’s another side, that was its lack of sympathy. Soon the days passed, one person filled with sympathy poured me water everyday, due to that kind old man I had a beautiful pink coloured flower. It had a nice smell, people call it rose and has great demand. Soon I realized that my stem had got pointed thorns to protect the sweetest and the pleasant thing I got, my beloved, my rose. Soon, the old man suffering from some terrible sand life taking disease, suffered cried and died. Soon, I became lifeless; no one was there to pour me that sweet water that puts life giving sense and feeling in me. I was kept in the public park in a flower pot. I was misplaced terribly and cruelly as I became lifeless, I had no ore use instead of my rose but I had thorns that are always responsible for my misfortune. I was kept near those foul smelling garbage tins instead I used to take fresh air in the park. Soon with arrival of autumn I felt down with my flower, luckily it had stuck to me. Soon due to the rose stuck to me one kind and beautiful, pretty lady came and picked me up, unluckily due to my thorns, my misfortune my luck again changed this time and my thorns hurt her soft fingers. A red fluid named blood came out dropping from her finally dropped on me. Soon she cruelly threw me and with the pretty flower like her went away. I lost my beloved. I was left alone with those lifeless thorns and I also became lifeless. I had lost my bright green colour and had taken a dull appearance of dull golden yellow colour with many of my caste. Today I am left alone the lonely street remembering those happy days in the park.