You’re born to be a wildflower
Wilted but never shattered
Blooming in crevices of anonymity
Destined to rise above the withering
In the rebound of hope and aspirations.
A wild flower, in swathes of sunshine
Ripening from weed to flower head
With gorgeous smells embedded
You infatuate me with your austerity
I’m jealous of you, pragmatic wildflower
Flourishing in wildernesses
Because you aren’t scared of the plucking,
Rather, you dare to shine agog
Amongst the stingy flies and bumblebees
rising and falling with the transcending zephyr
Sometimes so graceful, sometimes so fierce
You are everything, I always wanted to be, wildflower
In the garden of peonies, you shine in your aura
Haphazard, unplanted you sway in a promising tryst with the day
carpe dieming your way
Voraciously and intermittently and things in between
Wither to bloom and bloom to wither!!
PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Award winning poetess Ellora Mishra for tagging me!