She sits there with her little petals opened,
Staring at the new world in front of her,
Everything so bright and colourful,
Yet, she feels alone in this big world.
The newly formed dew collects on the tip of her petals,
The springs of grass fresh and green,
And the bees busy at work collecting pollen,
She smiles at them but they just wiz past her,
Busy bees she says to herself quietly;
and slowly lifts her tiny head to;
feel the warmth from the cold winter sun.
She feels so tiny surrounded by such lush greenery,
And in the far distance she sees happy kids with,
Smiles on their faces that she feels lights up her gloomy day.
They approach closer and spot her and stare down at her,
She thought that she made new friends and was glad to see them,
But they just pulled her out of the soil and took her away.
She was in pain, tremendous pain,
She was left there in the table neglected and untouched,
And as days went by she wilted away unwanted and alone…
By: Pooja Ramesh
II B.A. Communicative English
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