This time I am gonna explain First..this seed this sapling is all of us... The expectations is the teen academic pressure we are going through.. But are we enough? Are we really adjustable towards the expectations? Are we proving them right? This poem is about a lil girl who at the end really quits
The poem goes like:
The day this seed was sowed
the sunrays of expections explode
Even I wanted white jasmines to be blooming out of branches and Butterflies flattering around me
but who knew this baby sapling was too young to think all this and was again nourished hardly
No red bright lilies or the overrated daffodils just happy colorful mornings with green pigmented chlorophyll
this baby plant was never asked what she wanted and what she wish
people became deaf when she screamed sighs of anguish
This baby plant really wanted to bloom eye captivating jasmines
But this baby plant didn't know why she is suffering and for what sins
This sapling's cotyledons were replaced with bunch of distress
pls stop expecting from this tiny sapling.. she doesn't even know her own address
Why are you showing all this care now? where were you when I was half - dead.
All I wanna say is please stop watering this plant now, just bury it instead..
Now just decorate it with flowers cus peace is all her grave grant
What if I could not bloom? jasmines can be taken from a nearby plant
© chandra