Ode To Mimosa Sapling Poem by Naleen De Alwis

You tiny plant in my small flower bed
with shiny flower heads
spreading the lingering fragrance
that nobody smells.
You bloom in the world
Not to be praised
Not to lie before Buddha's statue
And no poet pens on you, even to make purse-strings
But, to me have I clocked the time, to jot ‘the little plant' down.
Below the horizon
when jaded fatigued sun hides,
you little puny sapling falls into slumber.
And when the ‘majestic plants' clamour for water
Proudly you sit to mutter the words
"How well I fit to this world! "
What lovely flowers you do bear
To tell the world "Take me care"
And how bravely you wear
a thorny suit to escape from snare
And Know I the zeal in you flowing everywhere
To live and make the lives fertile.