The Flower Blooms Poem by Ratnakar Rout

The cloudy sky is grudgingly reluctant
To let the sun appear fiercely
But the cloud never sticks to the sky longer
It passes away gradually leaving the sky blissfully clean
Similarly all ifs and buts vanish eventually
The heart gets filled up with passion
When adoring hand of one caresses
The searching hand of the other
The blood boils and emotions run high in the veins
The strangers become well known
And the flower blooms.