THE FORGOTTEN FLOWER
- Anchita
One day they all bloomed and with them I did too
Among my red brothers, green mothers and the sky - an enchanting hue.
To perceive felicity, I had not many days, just one
Where I had to learn to bloom and scent, under the garish sun
They came for us - the little girl, the lover, the widow and the bee
They picked the others, my brothers, but none came to me
Not the beauty of a vase, or the smile on her face
Nor the tear for the gone, or the hive to be on
Now I fade and wrinkle with the idea of life that's sore
And soon tonight I'll fall where my tears have before
Apart from my mothers on the grimy old muck
With no happiness to give, no nectar to suck
The night has passed and life was sullen
I was the flower forgotten and now the flower fallen.