The little flower and her greed
She raises her head before the sun
Sun’s might she pays no heed!
The little flower and her greed
She stands up bold against the wind
From her home in the weed!
She has her home in the weed
But her color bright catches sight
Longing eyes she does feed!
She has her home in the weed
She sets minds in color afire
It’s her purpose it’s her need!
She does it for her need
Sending all her hearty greet
Never minding caste or creed!
She minds not caste or creed
Her glory is not demeaned
Though her birth is in the weed!
She is born a weed’s flower
Endless is her might
She holds sun in her power!
a v nice poem emphasising on the beauty of a flower and highlighting the fact that her home is in the weed. Loved these lines: She has her home in the weed But her color bright catches sight Longing eyes she does feed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weeds are little wildflowers and some are so beautiful, whether pale or bright. Some people walk down a street and never notice them. I'm glad others - such as you - do.