Jasmine On Lotus
It was the season of spring
And the time for the bees to sing
Hey, I'm a small flower bud
Grown in a pot of water flood
And tasty nutritious mud.
Eagerly waiting to bloom
And spread my wonderful perfume.
Id always hear my sister leaves saying,
" There is a lady
Who looks like a fairy
Comes here daily
To pick the flowers which are lovely"
I always feared of separation
And wondered about my next location
Soon came the night of my blossom celebration
Where I was crowned as Miss. Floret for the current generation
With the first ray of sun touching my petals,
And the dew drops glistening like shining metals
The fairy lady came towards me,
Plucked me,
Put me in a basket of new friends.
There I met Tulasi- Who had a look of transcendence
Sooner we were put on something which looked like my far cousin- lotus
When I looked up a bit I saw it wasn't a lotus
It was a person with eyes, nose, feet, everything like lotus
But something more beautiful
This beauty made me blush
And I secretly told Tulasi about my crush
She introduced me to Krishna, the one with lotus feet
And recited few stories which were soo sweet
By then I was stolen out of the lotus feet
And replaced in a black pleat
I tried to run
But then I was captured in a black bun
I wanted to hear more about Krishna and relish
But I was caught in a mesh of hair like a fish
With sadness when I was about to wither,
I heard the chanting and stories of Krishna with a river
With the hearing of these beautiful words
I turned brown like wheat
And wished to be born again as a jasmine to meet the lotus feet ...
Copyright © Riya Bangera | Year Posted 2023
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