The dark room,
The windows shut,
Yet, in the corner, a flower blooms-
Her petals covered with dust.
She thrives in the silence and heals
Sprouting tiny branches and leaves-
Above, there’s a little peephole for the sun,
She bathes in it, and the darkness she shuns.
The silence is deafening, and she closes her eyes
She rests in peace, and at night, says her goodbyes.
He petals droop, as she goes to sleep
Now, moonlight is pouring in from the peep.
Morning comes, and she sheds a few leaves-
It’s cloudy- for the sun she grieves.
But droplets of rain soon wash her sorrow-
And she looks forward to a sunny tomorrow.
In years, she grows into a tree-
The peephole is gone, as she grows and grows
She bursts through the roof, and the blue sky is what she sees.
She has nests in her branches- they’re her friends’ home-
Children now climb on her, and have her sweet fruits
From the wood she gives, they carve melodious flutes.
She loves this all! But misses those days
In which she was nurtured and raised
