My blossoms…🌸

I’m that branch of spring,
That shed its autumn leaves,🍂
And still refuses to bloom, 🌺
In frugal nakedness of soul.

Let me rejoice without fanfare,
No rustling music of leaves,
No dancing colors of flowers,
Standing still, aware of myself.

I hide the resilient buds of hope,
They are for silent contemplation.
Making thoughts fragrant within,
They withstood all harsh winters,
Count my strength with my scars.

They will bloom out of season,
They will rustle out of reason,
Just when I want them here,
On my arms laden delicately,
Beautifully unique – charmers.

My blossoms… 🌸🌸🌸🌸

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ShashiShashikala Sasidharan