I was passing by,
One morning,
A little flower in a furrow
I saw, peeping at me;
Soft lavender color,
Tender and fragile,
Flaunting four tiny petals,
A miniscule golden ball,
Her belly button;
Mesmerized, I watched,
Wondered,
Chuckled;
I wanted to touch her,
With my moistened lips,
Caress her glossy folds;
To-morrow!
I cried out and hurried my steps;
Following sunrise,
The furrow was barren,
My eyes wept for her;
In a puddle,
Pale, on her tummy,
Lifeless and floppy,
The little flower
Floated in rain water;
Queen for a day, memorable forever,
She won the heart of a joker.
Anita Bacha
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