Flowers

By Varenya Shekhar

A little distance for a while, 

A break from a haphazard life. 

In this busy race, we seem to have forgotten the little joys;

Stopping in a bit to admire the flowers, 

Scribbling in that bright yellow sun on the corner of the page, 

Carefully weaving a tale around the square house and its vibrant garden The stick figures who were our best friends, 

Crying without a care, never having to beg a pardon. 

In the pursuit of becoming relatable, 

We lost our uniqueness. 

Our first letters got lost amidst the hundreds of theorems, Everyone was too occupied to spare a minute,

And just stop. 

Stop the quarrels,

The tsunami of the exam syllabus 

Stop being in this unnecessary rush, 

Trace back their footsteps,

And feel the smell of the flowers. 

Feel how we were lost in something we never wanted,

How we can try to get those times back, 

And just stop to smell the flowers.

By Varenya Shekhar