From the left corner of my window
I keep a track of the little bud grow
Everyday Dad nourishes it with water
Just the way my Mom serves Platter
I can see the lil bud smile with sunshine
Like I do at sun’s kiss on a cheek of mine
Slowly day by day the bud gets bigger
I have also changed to heels from slipper
The petals are widening with each passing day
And my clothes shorten as I grow my way
Now the bud is a full grown flower
Its fragrance is all over our garden’s shower
Tempted I ask Mom as she heads towards her car
When I grow up will I get rid of this scar?
Don’t know why her eyes are full of tear
She hugs me tight and says listen dear
You are my life wont let you go far
Her words confuse me and doubtfully I stare
I hate my scar and wanna blossom so bright
That’s what I asked her but she dint get it right
When did I say I will go away from her
Oh Lord gently in her ear can you murmur
Its been so long bud turns to flower
Then it sheds and a new cycle starts
Neither did God convey my concern
Nor was I able to make my Mom learn
With no answer to my simple query
I wait for my adulthood when I’ll be a fairy
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