In those glorious meadows
All types of grasses grew and
There were wild flowers too
There was a flower
With a very lovely hue
What colour it was
The other flowers never understand
Nor they knew
Sometimes in the night
It used to try to bloom
But then it stopped itself ,
How could it ditch the sun
over the moon?
Always in the night
It tried to console
Tried to fight
What was its role?
What was right?
The other...