The Flower Poem by Meena Iyer

Danced with the wind,
Gentle swishing,
Spreading my heavenly fragrance
Swaying to the tune
Of the blue jay's croon
With my dear ones near
I was not happy
Was longing for vagrance....

I wanted to see the world,
find places and people
Adorn a lovely lady's braid
I was never afraid,
Embraced the future, that unfurled

Hands of destiny heard my prayer,
I was plucked, kept in the foyer
With thousands of different others,
Fearful and teary they were,
Of myriad different colors,

I was on the spur....

A lady took me as an offering,
to the mighty lord.
I was strung in a cord,
I glowed in heavenly light
There was no end to my delight!

Soon the day turned to night,
And the gush of devotees turned to trickle
I never realized, fate was fickle,
Lost my charm, color and smell
alas, from the grace, I had fell

Unceremoniously dumped in the bin,
wherein the muck and dirt, to the edge cling
Trampled all over, left to rot
I thought I was for a spin,
The memory of home, in my throat caught..
I remembered the beautiful shady tree,
my home;
Where blue jay's sing, to the wind...

Left alone, no one to hear my sighs.
I realized;
Travels of mind, are of different kind,
With friends, and laughter
Where bees sought after..
me;
thats where my world lies,

alas it was too late....
I had finally resigned to my fate