A lament to the flowers that didn’t bloom:

I planted some seeds that didn’t germinate.
Nothing materialized at all.
The soil seemed good enough,
the conditions ideal.
But, there were no light green tendrils
stretching toward the sun.
Just disappointment. Fatigue. Worry. Scorn.
A bitter earth.

I planted more seeds,
initially they were strong.
But they also failed miserably.
From delicate new buds
to a shriveled mess of limp leaves.
I thought I gave the plants
a lovely chance of life,
but we failed each other.

I repotted some established roots
which were thriving so much
they spilled out of their original pots.
But the change did them no good.
I thought they needed more space & freedom,
but in hindsight I see they flourished best
within the boundaries & close community
of their sophisticated network of rooted connectivity.

I planted some seeds a few years ago
and they’re just now extending themselves.
My garden is being cultivated
beyond my hard work,
transcending my hopes.
The flowers haven’t yet bloomed.
Not this year, maybe next.
But I know something good stirs beneath the surface.

SDG

Originally published in Aashiyana | Issue 2: Memories on Ink

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