My Bhabhi shared these pics and I couldnt stop myself from sharing with you all… A poem on Tulips at the end to lift up our mood…
Tulip Gradens of Srinagar…
You didn’t care much for Easter
or for flowers for that matter
yet I went to the store and bought
a bouquet of pink and yellow tulips.
Now here I stand in the midday sun
my shaking fingers clutching the long green stems,
as a warm, slow tear drips off my chin.
I kneel down and set the flowers down next to the temporary sign that holds your name,
wondering again why I even bothered.
I grab a handful of the dirt that now hugs your body and cringe at the thought of you laying just feet below me.
I can’t help but wish that you were here.
– Lou Morgan