When Flowers Dream
On Earth's bare bosom, do flowers dream?
A panoply of beauty flitting from flower to flower,
with bees reeling drunk in their ecstasy.
As a flock of vivid white crepes stroll an apricot sky,
chirps of restless cuckoos chuckle in chorus.
In the goodness of this conjured grandeur
enchanted in splendour of their pristine smiles,
do flowers dream, staring up in awe at the sky?
In melody of marigolds, and hedges of honeysuckles,
a sweetheart waits for it's favourite butterfly to return,
wirh fragile wings fanning frills of pink gladiolous.
Perhaps that's when flowers dream.
A Lily of the Valley veiled in heavenly dusk
with purple pansies, and bewitching buttercups,
vanilla orchids in some caramel mellow scent,
satin glossy leaves, showing hyacinths translucent.
Among thousand vignettes of golden glowing topaz
dreams of flowers float, their petals become rain,
only to be pricked in sharp thorns.
a painful truth behind those fairy tales in prose.
specks of red blood adorn their rainbow robes.
Forget me Nots giggling, He loves you Not!
In mystery of allure, dreams are lost.
Date written 11th July 2020
Contest Name The Flower, The Thorn Or Both |
Date judged 11th July 2020
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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