Lotus

When they stepped on my soil, I rose

When they sucked my leaves dry, I reached further

When they broke my stem, I looked up

When they said: “Sorry, your application is not going further”,

I always smiled to the skies.

When they said: “We have applicants of a higher calibre”,

I didn’t let my petals fall.

And if they did, I picked them up and fix myself.

I promised I would not stop searching-

Even though there would be sunflowers brighter than me;

Daises more innocent then me and clovers more lucky than me.

I would never stop my leaves from getting sunlight or my seeds from growing

I would never step back in the shade because I don’t belong there.

'I deserve to be photosynthesis like everyone else!'  

So come rain or shine; I will blossom through all the seasons

Until I reap the rewards of my labour.   

Abadir Hashi

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