I have a plant in my mind and I want it planted in my heart
I knew this won’t happen with an easy pace
for it takes what I can’t give
my heart has no soil for a plant so nubile
my vein don’t pump a well of water or so
even my vessels are lost in a mid of flow
and this plant will surely die away
I remember my life once while it was innocent and gay
where I lived with and where I played
and a flower used to smile from my garden
but I wanted like that to breeze along in me
and spread its goodness as far as it could flee
I wanted too to do this dream and see it go
maybe that flower stays short in that pot
and wither away with a lasting wane
maybe my heart is not a place for a thing
when its better smiling away instead!
Contributed by: Shakti Shetty, Sanpada, Navi Mumbai, India.
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