The Road Side Flower Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I stand by the roadside,
A flower, tender but wild.
Child of parents unknown.

Blown by the breeze and the winds
To where I am abused by the eternal ravages of dusts,
Harsh weather
And my beauty ignored.

Nights pass
And days too, I sob quietly in my loneliness.
The sunshine flutters pass me in the morning
But the warmth hardly ever reaches my heart
Confined under by a shroud of dust.

When the weather is calm
I watch those beautiful crocuses
And blue bells further down the slope
Where the trees are high
And the shade is warm.

I watch laughing children picking them
Do they ever think that I am a flower also
And beautiful, good to be offered to a loved one?

The pain in my heart redoubles,
I cry
And I say to myself
I am here through no fault of mine!

No one has ever tried to see how beautifulI am!
I only know of unwarranted disdain.
No one has ever looked into my heart
To see my real beauty and purity.

No one has tried to lift this veil of dust from my face,
And made a bride of me!
My misfortune is that I bloomed in the wrong place,
Not in a park nor in a garden.

Whoever wrote my destiny,
Did me injustice.
But remember
Gold and diamonds are born in the dust too,
But only love reveals their brilliance and glow.