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Alliance In a Tropical Oasis

By Pritika Dash


I watched as golden strings of the woven sun descended

Over a partere so perfect, in which colours of bracts blend.

Grass tickled its feet; serving as majestic footwear,

Leaves swinging merrily each in a pair.

Dew greets the scenery ever so elegant,

Embracing bits of the garden, acknowledging existence.

Dandelions are teasing creatures

Flying away in the wind, their best teacher.

Peonies, Daffodils or the magnificent dahlia,

All of them signify utmost euphoria.

If you manage to get a closer glimpse 

You’ll notice an evergreen, remarkable glint.

Parrots chirp around doing their calls,

Although calls to us deflect as if they hit a brick wall.

Only the rabbits and puppies we seem to relate with 

When it comes to conversations and daily life wit.

Despite all the happiness surrounding the landscape, 

I was the rose! Standing doubtful and lost.

Thorns adorned me all over, if there was any threat I’d have faced for zoning out a lot.

Monarchs and Bhutan glories gave me a tiny peck, this affection allowed me from the world to escape.

My eyes were on the black orchid, so tame yet so mysterious,

The orchid had lost fascination ; my fellow flowers conveyed in a tone serious.

Still, was I determined to receive its attention

Me and the quartz flora could rule them all, without any tension.

We’d never know if the other flowers were right,

An attempt of befriending the orchid couldn’t do any worse than making our circle bright

However, I see the orchid hesitant

For following interest, he was resistant.

Oh, fragrant one! Don’t you dare worry,

Let’s unify! More will the greenery be merry.

Don’t pay heed to what the other flowers say…

Our alliance will cause variations capable of beautifying even the gloomiest of days!!


By Pritika Dash


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