In The Garden of Love
Was Planted A Seed of Grace
Watered with Goodness
Grew it With Pace
From It Sporuted A Plant
Of Tender Caring Flower
A Flower Dat does not Adorn
Sacred Sites and Prayer Rooms
Nor Evn A Lady's Curvy Bun
Grew It With Beauty Of Vivid Colours
Waited and Waited Like Other Flower
To Be Blessed With A Fruit
Waited nd Waited But There Was No Fruit.....
Traces Of Both Masculine Nd Feminine Differentiating Itself from The Rest..
Stood It There..Alone in The Middle With D Best...
Known But Unknown
In The Crowd But All Alone
Considered Out-caste, Omened;
Depressed It Decided To Stand High
To Reach Beyond The Mighty Sky
Born With The Curse
Considered it A Bliss
Went it Beyond...
To Know What It Is.....
Over an abyss....
Rendered no growth,
Denied everything Dat others got,
Over the grave of d alive stigma,
over the detest & hate.
To grow so high so high,
So high where d eagles fly.
So dat they know,not only it could grow...
Could fly so high........
Anagha...
