Mighty little You
Mundane mornings, cold and frosty
Low are my spirits, so is my morale.
Devoid of inspiration, instilled with exasperation..
All I feel is worthless and dismay.
And then I see you.
You, a creature as small as you,
Standing valiantly, against all odds.
Gusty winds, the scorching sun,
Mighty downpours and the unkind man.
Adversities are ceaseless,
Yet they don't stop you,
Stop you from growing, blooming or living.
When you smile, the world smiles with you
Dewdrops and driblets dwell all over you
The gazillion different hues you portray,
Invoke a myriad of emotions.
The luscious taste of your nectar,
Can possibly make any bee's day.
A whiff of your aroma,
Makes any throbbing pain go away.
But soon the time comes,
For you to bid adieu.
When your body withers, and perishes in no time.
You embody strength, you embody humility.
Your passivity shrieks of your existence.
I no longer feel low, or melancholic,
To be like you, I yearn and strive.
For, your glorious yet short life,
Is remembered even after your demise.
© 2019 Priya Dinesh