
Sprouting from the centres of figs and thorns,
Or from smooth trunks and shiny leaves
Comes the baby flower in a capsule of cover
Eager to see the world the way it is
Ready to serve it’s first taste of smile and nectar
Fed with sun, moisture and time
The baby flower grows to a view to behold
With white petals that shining to blinding
And stalk that holds the body in heavenly shape
The baby from the capsule becomes most sought
Every man passes her to have a sight
And see if he can add her to his collection
Every bird wants to perch, just to boast
And see if they can have a taste of it’s nectar
Careless about it’s source, they want the flower
To get to it, they try all means
Unwarranted accolades, deceitful godification
She lets these get to her, she dances the wind’s tunes
She will fall- at the feet of anyone, everyone not someone
In every man’s collection, tasted by every bird
Fed with the sun, moisture and time
The white petals wrinkle and blur
The perfect stalk weakened and lopsided
The baby from the capsule becomes not so glorious
For men and birds now seek better flowers.



