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