Seeking The Sun...
Spreading the fragrance in the air, Storing the sweet nectar within, Beckoning the beautiful butterflies, Swayed the colourful cluster of joy. All it wished for was the warmth. The warmth that- Melted away the harshest ice, Seeped through the branches Soaked the nooks and corners. How could it not? Turning away from the sun, Could the flower ever bloom? And, wishes are just wishful. How could it defy the destiny? Even if all it got is the scalding heat. The heat that- Scorched its pillowy soft petals, Drained away the nourishment, Wilted away the life spirit. How could it turn away, When all it knew was to seek the sun? - Panchami Kabbinahitlu