Poem by Anagha B Raj, HA2.

                                                  The Blue Wildflowers

 

Take your pick, choose what you love,

Gesturing to the garden, they ask.

Her face lifts and her gaze shifts

Features set in a cold mask.

The garden teems with flowers-

Of every kind she ever did spy.
Her gaze aloof until she finds

The stone wall rising high.

Clambering up the stone wall is-

The loveliest flower she knew.

It was but just a wild vine,

Its flowers the prettiest blue.

Something of a smile graced her lips

Her eyes less steel than before,

As she pointed a dainty finger

At the wildflowers blooming galore

She's never had an answer

to their incredulous looks,

raised eyebrows or curl of lips,

Never did and never would.

For they wouldn't see the beauty

the flowers held in their resilience,

tendrils spread, grasping, clambering up

It was more than just insolence.

Wouldn't look past the prickly hairs

to marvel at the tender boldness

of the blossoms, small and bright blue

Amidst chaos, a sight to behold.

Never would they see the power, the pride

that comes with blooming, succeeding

With no tending, pampering or looking after-

You couldn't afford to be needy

They wouldn't see past the "nuisance"

To see the hope these beauties gave

To the young girl that she once was,

When all she heard was "Behave"

To see the surprise they gave her

For she never saw their fight

Only out of the blue, she'd find

They had bloomed, to her delight

To see the joy they gave to her

When the most broken of places

Were brightened up by the blossoms small

Yet no one to sing their praises

For they couldn't know how she wishes

For someone to see past the mask she wore,

To adore, like she did the wild flowers,

the chaos that formed her core

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