Goutam Roy

 The Death of Unblossomed Buds The buds wither and fall before they bloom in the garden of the world, where insects have reigned since primordial times, driven by merciless instincts. They devour everything, leaving nothing for the tender buds to unfold their petals, release their fragrance, or bring a touch of heaven to this wounded earth. No one considers their hunger, their fragile need to survive; each thirsts only to quench its own desire. And so the buds fall, withered before their time, from the sheltering branches of their helpless mother trees. Born into poverty, denied life's nourishment, they perish before the dawn of their promised spring. The garden grows silent, its unborn blossoms lost— while the world moves on, unmoved by their absence. By Goutam Roy 

 The Garden of the World The garden of the world lies in the grip of worms, their slow invasion devouring the tender leaves and delicate petals of Eden's fading flowers. Even God and Goddess stand silent, bewildered, before the ruin unfolding in their garden. The worms had taken shelter there long, long ago, while the unsuspecting keepers never guessed what their presence would bring. Now fury has engulfed the garden; destruction spreads its roots, and the once-gentle paradise crumbles from within. Who can foresee how this will end— or whether the garden will survive its own undoing? By Goutam Roy