There is this bud, afraid to open up its petals
Scared by the thought of the scorching sun
Buzzing of the bees
Chirping of the nectar bird
Dust and mud
The gardeners’ scissors
Afraid because it doesn’t know
The banquet it will end up in
Will it be in a fancy vase?
Or in the trash of a psycho
Who does not appreciate romantic gestures?
Will it wither before it gets to its destination?
Scared it does not bud
Hiding its beauty
I guess you would call it insecure
All it needs is an encouraging whisper
A reassuring nudge
A gentle push
Someone to believe in it
Then and only then will it realize
The fact that it’s beautiful
Is the more reason why it needs to
Open up its beautiful petals
For wherever it ends up
In a funeral or a wedding
A romantic dinner table
Or even the back seat of a taxi
Doesn’t change the fact it’s beautiful
And it’s that beauty that matters
For only the beautiful at heart will notice the beauty
For beauty attracts beauty
And it’s this beauty that the world needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem