By Tarun Saini
The heart says it’s not long ago, but the calendar says it’s from another lifetime,
When the eyes spoke more than lips and the spirits were prime;
That’s when saw a dream with open eyes, to claim the impossible,
“Oh God! Bless me that blooming of this flower at my home becomes feasible”
“Like a candle in the wind is your chance,” exclaimed a wise guide,
“But I will go to all ends of strength,” my anguish, I couldn’t hide;
“Our soils, our waters, our airs are different,” murmured the well-wisher in voice deep
“I will plant hopes in furrows deep, rest it’s for heavens to keep”
I did bend the fate with hands bare and the world did see the miracle,
The sapling flowered in my own home and under sun, it shone as a crystal;
Those who warned about the futility now praised this bloom as divine,
And I could see behind their tributes, a raging green fire did shine
I was in a different zone for I was untouched by flame or frost
My world was around this majestic blessing of the Almighty, rest all was lost;
With every passing day, it bloomed to become even more graceful,
As if the heavens themselves crafted its each day to be elegant beyond bountiful
Sometimes it felt as if the sun chooses to shine over it in manner mysterious,
And the way its fragrance spread slowly but deeply, made me curious;
Are the winds also choosing to caress it slowly, unlike their usual nature
At nights , could see the moon peeping from the clouds as a silent observer
But not all have the intentions noble nor do all cast sights benign,
Not all those who are beautiful are desirable, nor does malevolent show sign;
Not all the entities small are powerless nor are their effects inconsequential,
Some may appear trivial, harmless yet may pose questions existential
One dawn brought a flake sized, resplendent, tiny growth near plant mine,
It looked like a natural addition to an already stellar entity, so I was fine;
Within days, it looked as if my flower too loves this new visitor,
For surrounded itself with it in no time and making distinction was possible no longer
My water droplets don’t reach my flower now, I saw it all soon,
Now neither the winds reach it nor it competes with those rays of the moon;
Every morning the new visitor and its kinds even shade my flower from the sunlight,
This unwelcome entrant has to leave now, I decided to remove it with might
And realized in a few moments what I confronted with was not feeble,
Under the striking appearance of a feather lied a strong force evil;
Its roots had intertwined with my flower to the deepest level
Neither it could be removed at the surface nor could be cut from below by a shovel
My flower stopped looking at me and turned towards the devious invader,
Its petals blossomed earlier at my voice, now I’m the stranger;
And my heart sank the day once even the experts proved to be a force spent,
No external treatment works when the plant embraces a trespasser to this extent
I cried, “This was the most enchanting, most elusive, most special creation,
I altered soil, water and even air so as to match its perfection”;
Exhaled the wise guide,“ Weeds and misunderstandings both have similar constitution,
Enter silently, put flower and love to death bed and sometimes there’s no solution”