Here begins another day in my life
With the cycle bells of the newspaper boy.
The air around gently took off my fog blanket
Waking me to the richness of being alive.
I know my days are few and counted
For, I am an orchid plant with a definite shelf life.
They planted me by the side of the large iron gate
Like a loyal sentinel dressed up in orange-red attire.
To guard a deserted house where no one lives
A sprinkler waters me now and then,
With no single human touch on my being.
My days are alike, watching passers by
Who barely smiled or forgot how to wear one,
And the little children who play near me
To get drenched while water sprays over me.
The butterflies, the tiny birds and bees
That wing their way away from me.
I wonder why the world is so unkind
Knuckled under their worst impulses,
Without an unreflective urge,
To open eyes to nature and its surprises.
Name: Devisree Anoop
Company name: Qubedynamics Technology Solutions
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