Seema Aarella - ! ...EVERGREEN

By the onset of aging season,
The flowers of my early youth,
Were rescued from mortal life,
With deliverance granted by time,
Hence I lost my primary appeal.

Body that once swayed gently,
To the touch of infant winds,
Grew old to resist all tempests,
Only to be axed and exploited,
The second chance, hence seized.

My deep rooted ageless love
Takes a third option and surfaces
From the dark bowels underground
Secretly snaking through the concrete
Lattice of your modern age abode.

Clutching a handful of dirt terrain
Left unnoticed on your window sill
Where sunlight beats the skyscrapers
And barely manages to chance upon,
I emerge as a miniscule pastoral island.

When worldly pleasures exhaust
If at all the lavish interiors suffocate,
Once bright, tinted walls begin to flake,
And you open this window for a change
You will find me waiting, to please your sight.

Seema Aarella

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