A Flower.

By Himanshu Dhingra

a flower likes to dance

a flower opens wide to romance

when a butterfly with closed wings

sits on it and sings

the nectar which isn’t denied by the flower

is the unconditional love which it had bestowed upon the butterfly

the living process which

any amount of money cannot buy

a pollen fallen from the heart of the flower

it is the generosity shown by the flower 

to our beautiful eyes

to take away our sighs

when that pollen turns into a flower

to shed more pollens like a meteor shower

and again, and again

turning us sane from insane

blessing the garden of our eyes 

with beautiful butterflies

By Himanshu Dhingra