She was a beauty – cherished, pampered and well-cared for, but had spent her life in captivity. The transition from babyhood to youth, passed away unnoticed. She peeped out of the window, and fantasized about the pleasures, which the outside world offered. A few books, carefully selected by her protectors, the ageing tutors and the glimpses of life from the window, fed her limited imagination. Those could never compensate for the lack of experience.
A bud could never blossom into a flower, and the criminal gardeners were never held accountable.
A beautiful flower
withered away so soon
knew only the branch.
Haibun inspired by 100 Word Wednesday- Week 9 at Bikurgurl.