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As a Flower Sighs

by Sridhar Thiagarajan

[box]A flower stranded on the road, plucked away from its source… if the flower could speak, this is probably what it would have to say. Sridhar Thiagarajan pens the flower’s thoughts.[/box]

I am just a tender flower,

stranded on the road by a stroke of nature.

I have no preconceptions or bias,

always fresh as long as I live,

and my fragrance wafts all over.

Regardless of the observer,

I do what am supposed to do,

I express nothing but my nature,

my inherent self, am that am, always.

I have no displeasure over my structure or color;

Neither do I have a sense of envy.

Today am covered with fresh dew drops,

am ready to bloom but I know soon I will wither.

Yet I love this moment, being with my kindred.

Sometimes, somebody appreciates me, takes me home,

plucked away from my source of life;

Quickening the process of my withering and death,

am presented to somebody’s loved one as a gift.

Never are they aware that am alive when in the plant

and my death begins when plucked;

Why does somebody love to present death to someone they love?

Is it a symbolic way of saying – ‘Oh my dear one,

to live and to love, you should learn to die’?

Pic : pepperedjane  : http://www.flickr.com/photos/pepperedjane/

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