I stood there like a queen
Knowing these flowers have got my back
They are my army
I stood there like a queen
Knowing I have befriended the thorns
The petals have soaked my blood
And hence they bloom afresh with a new tint
I stood there like a queen
Mystified, how they have the same story to tell as me
Have they been in between the pages of my diary forever?
I stood there like a queen
Smiling with pride
Pride, which boasted of having a battalion
Of tissued petals
Of bright fuchsia flowers
Instead of piercing arrows and bullets
I stood there like a queen
Smirking, on how I have tamed
This wild bush
To be baneful to my enemies
And helpful to me.
I stood there like a queen
Feeling content in years
to have called something mine
Something other than my own conscience.
-Shambhavi
April 7, 2017 at 4:22 pm
This poem is eloquent and makes us realise how beauty exists in everything, even the common flowers like these. The pink flowers of bougainvillea are shown as the queens dear friend. Splendid !
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April 8, 2017 at 1:04 pm
Yes exactly. The intention was to show that the bougainvilleas are queen’s friend and army in the sense that no matter what happens, she’ll have them by her side. Also, glad you liked it ❤😘😘
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