Flowers of the desert

The flowers of the desert: The flowers of the desert grow up on their own no water, no rains the seeds are just sown Chilly winds prevail Heavy winds blow the flowers learn to bloom without fear, without sorrow No gardeners around no people to care the flowers learn to bloom all by themselves, no efforts they spare She looked at her son Kissed on his cheek tears rolled down she was unable to speak Son! you are like the flower of the desert It is going to happen everyday You have to grow up on our own from home, from you, my ambitions take away You shall bloom on your own I shall be just a witness.. may be.. Perhaps, one day I shall stop and say oh! how beautiful you have grown! you are mine! you are mine! Smrithi Rekha

A Response Poem from Adi Flowers of the desert be they The desert so wonderful, so vast so benevolent, so cruel spares not any desire and where ambitions wither away like fallen leaves And the flowers bloom amongst the crumbled rubble (leaves) The Gardener takes care and Love is all that is Let Love be blind and desire not blind thee! And the flowers bloom in the Love that all is