As fresh as first grass
Is the velvet green wrap
Enclosing the bud leaves amass
Dark petal tears shiny trap
Little bud emerges out to the rays of sun
Like someone who has awaken in the morn
She blooms to the fullest in little run
Wide open like smiling eyes yet stubborn
She spreads the scent of love
Standing erect on stalk, with sepals
Drooping down and taking a bow
Who guards her rich royal petals?
To quench the thirst of her love
She remains pious holding nectar till the end
Blending her fragrance with breeze above
She waits until dusk, bids farewell taking a bend
Ends up on the grave of someone’s beloved
Or brightens the color of love in a lover
Or becomes a subject to a poet unloved
Her sacrifice is unrevealed still, she is a flower
-Basilia