Stepping in the garden, I met a tiny flower,
Mesmerising was its beauty it stopped my hour.
I heard its voice and threw my glance,
It wanted to share its story asked for a chance.
“Saying flowers always have a desire to be surrounded by flowers
Many of them accomplish the wish, but few face sour”.
It was such a pretty flower, colour was black
Such a rare breed, but not suitable for all occasions.
“I bloom like every other flower, going though stages
But the coloured ones caught the attention in most of the cases”
And the black one thought do I lack anything?
It was not a problem though as it was unique.
And the one who liked it had a taste for it, born out of their uniqueness.
“Visitors used to come and go, few tried to pluck me too
They couldn’t as I have sharp thrones then the rest”
It beautified all plant when it was in full blossom
Standing out in crowd, now without negligence.
Surprising it was for flower to see the world change
It learnt the lesson of life, i.e. never to bend
“Saying Black is the colour, considered bad omen
Ignoring the superstition I knew how to gain fame.”
Before season of fall, it gave me secret message
As if it was fully aware of presage.
“Don’t let your spark fade away because you are odd
The one discriminated you, one day will be awed.”
I asked it why, why you sharing this secret
Saying it had to as it couldn’t neglect.
“When I looked at you, my attention was drawn
I am a black flower and you are a black swan”