I have walked past-
Meadows numerous!
Past multiple flowerings-
Of vivid colors and shapes.
May-may be a time,
When many might see-
The blooms in their prime.
But not near my tree!
The scorching heat,
Turning green to peat.
Petals withered-worn
Like a traveller- forlorn.
Stands a canna flower
Amidst the burning shower
Witnessing it's prime,
Remaining filled with grime!
Seasons have come and gone
My garden has seen-
Multitude varieties dawn.
Aw! Canna remains perennial.
Holding its leaves- red,
Soft, tender and well-bred.
I find, self-resemblance,
So striking and cadence.
Everytime, Canna meets-
A new flower in the plot
Making it- her friend-
It wilts away- presence fades.
She has endless tales,
Ready to be minted for sales.
However, her companies vanish
Before her stories finish.
The cycle goes on-
Awn and awn.
Poor Canna- her leaves-
So bright- never finds
Someone to stay by her side!
I wonder!
Might she be happy?
For being present forever!
Or sad?
For being alone forever!
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Author's Note: Canna is a perennial flowering plant, mostly found in tropical areas.
Image courtesy: High country gardens
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