I was walking down the street and found a little plant that I didn’t recognize. It was completely neglected by people, perhaps due to its size or because no one bothered to look at it. It was completely dried up from the scorching sunny day and was dying. Luckily,I had a water bottle in my hand so i decided to give the plant little water. I kept on watering it for a week, And after that week, there was a beautiful colourful flower. it has an iridescent appearance. I was in a dilemma about whether to pluck it or not because I had been giving it water every day and observing its growth, just like a mother feeds and cares for her children. I never allowed street children to touch my precious plant. It was a Sui generis (unique) feeling for me. Everything was so pleasant. However, the next day when I went to give it water, the plant was not there. Oh... Did an animal eat it? I started shrieking. Then a street boy came and told me that someone has taken my plant because its flow
A poem dedicated to all those who have left an imprint in my life:) A poem for those who have taught me lessons-- either with their love or even by their deceit... Today I sat lost in thoughts on the shore, watching the world in copious scores... A wave appeared then another ...all in a line, an unending phenomena occuring all the time! Receding softly when the tides low and gushing forward during high tides, waves dancing to and fro, just like the people in our lives! Some who rush out as quickly as they rushed in, some who stood through thick and thin... some who failed to leave behind a mark, some whose shadows you can feel even in the dark... some who changed you while you stood unaware, some you thought were genuine while they were busy feigning care... some loved you but never expressed.. some you loved but never confessed... some whose deceit made your blood boil,,, some whom you hurt unknowingly ..in sleepless nights you coil... some whose honey dipped