She lives as a Flower
As sepals protect the bud
The Parents protect the baby girl
Maintaining her purity and value
Like a sea-shell covering the white pearl
Sun smiles at the new life
As the petals enfolds itself
She, with her gazing eyes,
Beneath the shadow, releases herself.
Her roots absorb the knowledge
Guided about vices and boons
She is mentioned of falling from the edge
And the differing glitters and moons.
She is cleansed by the dew
And taught to be erect
Each day facing the challenges new
To lead but not to direct.
Rude winds chide at her
Fading off her fragrance
Plucks the leaves, pricks the thorns
They looted her magnificence.
She lost her charm
She lost her identity
She lost her ability
But not her dignity.
After the rowdy dark night
When all was lifeless and glum
Silver lining flaunted bright
Merry were again, the blossom.
Enduring pain, dignified, she stood
She rejuvenated with her lost regal power
Never accept the failure, she would
Again she became sweet-scented flower.