Much as I wish you were still a bud,
In my garden, with me,
Eager of the time,
That you’d reveal your umpteen layers,
I am happy now,
To see you blossom in a garden,
Of your own,
Spreading your scent, mesmerising everyone in your fold.
Tomorrow, as you’d pass on to your daughter,
Seed of life,
As I did to you,
You’d be able to feel the same pains of parting and joys of flourishing,
Thrive ever and ever more.
Thoughts :- This poem was in a half baked state in my draft for a very long time. Rummaging through them, I feel the above photo and poem compliment each other well.