When the winds blew,
We made our leaves dance.
When the rains poured in,
We hugged each other tight.
When the earthworms,
cat walked beneath us,
We kept our roots locked.
We were not family,
-She had leaves of a different type.
Whenever I grew a leaf,
She gave me a pat.
Whenever I saw my leaves wither,
She promised that, it would heal.
When I felt scared in the dark;
Hearing the crickets chirp,
She would tickle my leaves
-With her long drawn breaths.
And remind me that she was right there
-Not that she could save me,
But that we could fight anything together.
Whether it was the day, the night
Heaven or hell,
I always believed;
I would have her beside.
But one day I woke up,
To have her disappeared from my side.
What just remained was a burrow,
From where she was uprooted.
I never knew where she went,
More precisely, where she was taken.
I terribly missed her giggles,
And her sweet compainionship.
Days later, I bloomed ‘daffodils’
And craved for her pat.
-But then I smelled’ lillies’
And I just knew that it was her,
-Reminding me that she was there;
-Aware of me the way, I was of her.
Some plants happen to grow side by side
-Like some men.
They need not be family,
But just ‘daffodils’ and ‘lilies’
Who make each other feel home.
Even when they are kept apart,
They live in the hope
-of touching each others roots…. some day!!