I am a wildflower,
All around places –in every nook n corner do I grow;
Everyone can see me blooming,
But only the ones who care –notice my magnificent glow.
Growing beside a thousand other’s,
A few true friends must I make;
For my heart’s an exquisite mantelpiece of fragile emotions,
Which , at the slightest of faults might break!
If you don’t like –trample me under your heel,
I shall be hurt but without grudges be gone;
Gone to someplace far away –where people care for me,
And in their gardens, like a precious crown shall I adorn.
For am a wildflower – too minute to be noticed, too non-descript to be cared for;
But then, you either like me or you hate me –that is all that matters the most.
Libëranté. 