She is a little blue flower that
grows in the wild
and not in any garden
for she is born to a lanky vine,
for she is born to a lanky vine,
whom no gardener plants
for she is an untamed one,
a hippie ,
who awaits no care -
a hippie ,
who awaits no care -
from anyone ,
still
lives with passion and rage -
making unbridled love to the sun by day
and the moon by night.
She is a little blue flower that
finds no place in a garland
for she doesn’t fit
into what the world calls as beautiful
"Why, she doesn't have
the form of a flower
but turns out shamelessly
in sizzling blues -
lives with passion and rage -
making unbridled love to the sun by day
and the moon by night.
She is a little blue flower that
finds no place in a garland
for she doesn’t fit
into what the world calls as beautiful
"Why, she doesn't have
the form of a flower
but turns out shamelessly
in sizzling blues -
nothing but an object of lust
Keep her away,
our men are unhinged ,
around this enchantress,
who even intoxicates the dewdrops
that seeps into her",
condemned the world
They are right -
the solitary flower,
is more sensuous
than
any pretty rose can ever be
She is a little blue flower
unwelcome in parties -
a daughter
born out of wedlock
to an unchaste plant,
to an unchaste plant,
who loves wildly ,
without a care for the world
that looks on ,
furtively
PS: Thanks to my editor friend ,poet Ravi Shankar N , for editing the poem purely out of goodwill , seeking nothing in return (https://www.facebook.com/ra.sh.581)
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