CACTUS

Gone to the nursery and brought the plant

Planted  a cactus in a  pot and placed at

verandah of my flat, where I used to sit 

and stare. If the plant got thorn, How can

I miss the touch of pain, with a glass of

 water it lives long. My silly brain thought

my cactus won’t bloom. Put the pot in a

 corner, neglecting that she won’t bloom.

Yet my eyes searching for the cactus 

flower. Hoping ,my cactus will give me a

 flower of its own colour,waiting, waiting, 

and waiting – lost hope, and forgotten.

Went to a short trip to meet my kith

and kin in my home town.,There 

I told that I too planted a cactus – but

not blooming. On return from my home

town, A yellow, beautiful cactus flower

welcomed me with a smile of its style.

Then it given me a painful touch and

now  a bliss full look.