Pink and magnificient,
soft petals,
The tender roots,
Nature has given it all
Yet he broods
For he doesnt like the marsh lands
His home, his abode.
He wants to be with the rest,
the lillies, roses and sunflowers
in those magnificient gardens
They allure him, they invite him
And one day God granted his wish.....
Happy he was in his new environ,
the new green home of beauty
Among his brothers and sisters
He was now like them.
Then days passed by,
And he began to feel sad
Now he had become just another flower
another bloom like many,
his uniqueness lost, he repented
realized he did his folly,
The truth was now clear to him
The marshes he so despised
The marshes he thought a blot
The marshes he treated as enemy
Were actually a part of him,
They gave him, his unique beauty.
1 comment:
true dear.... the originality is lost... the uniqueness is lost... we r no more what we were.. we run here n there... things allure us ... we try to catch them.. and we get them... but what we taste is .... another bitter experience... hmmm.... even then we get allured
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