A Little Red Flower!!!
A Little Red Flower!!!
Sun was about to set; Clock striked six ;
Clouds turned grey. Her eyes were Hazel,
With a little curl hair walking in the rain;
Where the sky pours, but not on her!
With the red little flower
She jumps, dances and wanders like crazy..
Her shadow was gone like her smiles..
Waving at everyone where no hands waved her back!
Mimicking cats and dogs and fighting with birds..
Sticking to the group where no one listens nor replies:
All she had was a red flower in her hand and continued to jump here and there.
I saw her again, now on the terrace, gave me a company at the middle of the night.
Five in the morning they were hided,
No one noticed, until the flower in her hand starts to wither!
Why she wanders?
Why she waving?
Why she keeps waiting?
Why no one listened or replied her back?
With all those questions,
walking in the street looked at the sky :
Stars and the footstep showed up, With the blurry sight saw the red flower !
This time it was above her head- and I continued my path towards the sunset at Six.
-Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu

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