Becoming the Flower Girl
-10th June 2024 In childhood, I spurned from flowers' grace, Their scent too strong, beauty a chase. I never loved their fleeting bloom, Social worth a burdensome gloom. But flowers and love share a thread, Both fragile, vibrant, alive then dead. In their brightness, a light so pure, A delicate charm, a fleeting cure. Love, like flowers, can make us weak, Its tender touch both mild and meek. Initial nausea, then fades away, Their beauty in hearts will stay. -Varshini.N