A lone flower

I am A lone flower

Standing tall and beautiful.

The Sun shines harsh

But I never cower for cover.

I know one day,

You will stop by

And find me standing lone.

I know you will smile

And take an extra second.

Your eyes will shine

With the warmth

Of my colours.

And that will be all

For my life.

I will smile

Happy and content,

For the rest

Of my short life,

With the memory

Of your eyes


The beauty of mine.

So I had been traveling a bit for last couple of months and it is never easy to do it when you have a preschooler hanging around with you all the time! It was hot and sunny, yet pleasant to walk around in this park of a not so big city of India, and my little one was busy exploring the wonders of a third world country, ‘a hand pump’ to extract water from yet not dried up water table under us. I took this opportunity to open up my senses to admire my surroundings and spotted this only flower. There were many flowers in the flower bed but this one was lone and tall. It was not huddled in a group of same kind of flowers. It was different and to me it stood confident and brave, totally aware of how special it was. Despite its background of worn out brick, it looked majestic to my eyes. Rather I think the ruggedness of its surroundings added more beauty to this one fragile thing. As usual, my mind wandered into its comfort zone, to my poet zone, and I quickly scribbled the title for my little flower on my phone’s notepad to complete the verses as soon as I had some time later.

This is how this flower came up, to inspire and to tell me, that it’s okay to be lone…