Women

WOMEN

Blossom like flowers

anyway,

in every corner of existence, pronounce your 

presence , blurt out your dreams, and spread that fragrance

smiling  up at the sun 

and the passersby. 

It is inevitable,

that some will take you home and offer to deities,

Some  will hold you in hand,

gaze at you fondly

and be amazed, 

Some others will pluck you off the stem and tear your petals for fun,

and will discard you

and forget.

Some will make garlands of you and put you on pictures

of dead people.

 

Some will throw you down on the ground and will trample upon you, 

Some will put you on their hair until you wilt and wither.

You will be made into a bouquet and will

be given away as a gift sometimes, 

But the best ones will 

cherish you in their gardens 

and will never touch you,

They will delight 

in your existence,

in your just being there,

laughing in glee,

Their hearts fill to the brim

that they grew you

in their garden,and 

You will be allowed to die your own death 

in your own time.

Whatever may be colour of the sky,

whatever may be the strength of the wind,

The rain will touch you softly or ravage you,

still keep blooming

every day, 

every moment,

Flowers as you are;

Assert your existence.