An Isolated Flower
An Isolated Flower
Out in the wild,
A creature survives mild.
Likes the lonely flowers,
Where no mercy showers.
Hopes of rain,
Insanely they do drain.
No day with a smile,
Amusement distant's a mile.
Weeds here grow side by side,
With nourishment all aside.
A healthy, loving cover,
What requires for the flower.
Who will water?
Before they tatter.
Can't it watch sunlight screeping?
Will it listen to the birds chirping?
It wishes of dancing,
When winds are advancing.
The little flowers dream,
Of the days which would once stream.
When its head gotta be nodding,
And attractive petals lauding.
Why has weather gone strange,
Don't it make existence range?
Will it not give colours, fragrance?
Then why become a hindrance?
It befriends the thunders,
Survives all the blunders.
Has it put up with darkness,
And now fears of brightness.
Cause the light uncurtails,
Everyone's all hail.
All the petals slowly droop,
As dangers, drought loop.
But it still picks up,
Alone it walks up.
Yet haven't it lost hope,
Learns to slide all slopes.
Of course one day,
Happiness may lay.
Light will find its path,
All the droughts will river bath.
Loneliness will be lost,
Togetherness will frost.
When cheering crowds sing,
The flattened petals bling.
Have all faith and trust,
Won't your faith ever dust.