I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,
warm and fragile
flawlessly stitched array of yellow petals
giving out hopes,
slender waist sliding down
hundreds of nodes arising
and forming an invigorating curve
loved, exulted and appreciated
and blessed to possess all that I have and I am.
I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,
bloom the triumphant kids,
foregathered to form a grandiloquent entrance
of a golden palace,
a part of the fancy bouquet of white silk bride,
scintillating silver moonlight.
I get along with the sunshine, rain full of bliss, the petrichor gratifies me.
I embrace the dust, the mud,
my motherly soil.
I dream to stand firm to the ground
until my roots wither or dishevel
at last and till the eternity
my oenomel fragrance would serve its purpose,
as my presence
enthralled and pleasing,
it will scream for centuries and ages
until the universe aspires.


Instagram: @sharmashreya020

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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