A Forest Flower


A forest flower grows unknown, unseen

In the thick forest catching a beam

The flower never questions why

The rain falls or birds do fly


Content with the role it plays

Adding beauty to sundry days

Rooted, down-to-earth it grows

Simple are the ways it knows


Growing up to be the best it can

It holds no idol or temple plan

Competing not with neighboring flowers

Equally on all its fragrance showers


Despite the ants or bees, it grows

I think it knows

A way to be,

A way that’s beautiful and lively!


Jyoti Prateek

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