Dandelions & We Poem by Rishi Kaashyap

Thoughtless, if you lay
On a grass bed of worries,
In the radiance of the sun…
A Dandelion flies by

Promptly, you awake…
Your eyes visualize
That dandelion
Halting on your palms…

You take a step ahead, and
That dandelion, you fix,
In the valley of two sloping
Eyebrows - above your staring eyes.

But Pity!
It doesn't stay there for long…
Not more than a jiffy
After you put it there!
The wind of desire
That blows into an ear
And out of another
Makes it fly high!

You still
Don't let it fly by…
Then at last,
You smile
At that dandelion
On your palm.
You beam with Pride
And with tickles by the fine strands
You burst into laughter
And later walk away,
Rather showily!

And yet another day
It happens that
Part of history repeats itself!
Dandelions again
Not one! But two…

You try and cry
But you have just one,
Only one on your palm
The other one -you see..
But don't have it for you…
With rage and growing desire
You fling aside,
That one you have
And weep for not getting both

And that's you,
That's me
And that's people- who dream!