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.
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