Wildflower

Patches of lush green grasses adorned with wildflowers been growing steadily by the roadside that I normally take for walking my dog in the morning. Lawns in the neighborhood are immaculately manicured.  However during the stay-at-home, no one seems to be bothered by the steadily growing patch of grass.  Some places it is near knee high.  Everyday during my walk I am blessed with blooming wildflowers hidden between the grass.  A few adventurous ones have poked their heads above the ground.  They are just beautiful.  I happened to photograph one today morning.  Google lens identified it as Salsify / Tragopogon porrifolius, a plant cultivated for its ornamental flowers and edible root. It also grows wildly in many places.  Normally I would take a photo and share it with my social groups and that’s pretty much the end of the story. However after I took this photo today morning, the sheer beauty of the flower and perhaps the morning sunlight bathing the patch of wildflowers was constantly urging me to write something.  So here it is.  

Spare me your touch, the
Roving eyes,
Lust in your heart;
Banish the thought of
Picking me up,

And enjoy at your leisure,
And when your whims are over,
Discarding me by the wayside

As you move to a greener pasture.

The day your eyes searched
For that elusive pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow,
Greed had taken over you
And made you color blind.
In the colors of the rainbow now,
Only one that matters to you, the
Green of the greenbacks
That you must acquire
To satiate your desire.

Look at me, look well.
I grow from the seeds of
The ones you plundered 
At your will and discarded
As withered weed.

Now cradled and nourished
By the earth,
Gently rocked by the wind,
Bathed by the rain,
And dried by the sun,
I grow strong
Day by day.

Nature endowed me
With strength and beauty,
I flourish.
Like the phoenix I rise,
Born again and again,
I shall die by nature’s will,
As the seasons cycle.

Touch me not, because
Now I shall sting.
No longer the delicate one
To be plucked at your will
And to devour.
Nature’s child I am now,
A wild flower.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

4 thoughts on “Wildflower”

  1. WhaaWhoo! What a poem. Very nice. The picture is beautiful. I too regret that wild flowers are sacrificed to the lawn mower. Especially the ones near highways. However, I probably came about largely because of cigarette butts thrown from car windows. I was never much alarmed about the shells of sunflower seeds be tossed. There’s another ecology poem for you. Be sure to include chewing gum. You know it choked that quail. 😀

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    1. I hate chewing gums😀.
      When I started writing the poem, I did not realize it but after I posted and I read it ( I am very bad at editing my own poems. Basically once I start, I become restless to finish and post it), I can see the reflection of another’s line of thoughts çirculating in my mind in the poem.

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