Stealing a flower
Amidst the rising agitation
And lengthening edginess
Brew a magical cure
To ease the thickening air
Offer her a special flower
With petals delicately shaped
In perfectly symmetrical curves
Brightly coloured
To lighten the darkening mood
A wishful thinking of the heart
That strained the brain to unimaginable lengths
Where to find a flower
In the middle of the drying concrete desert
With no flower merchants around
Let's steal a flower from a yard
Eyes seeking for the precious
Myriad of boring and common flowers
Yet there was no spark
That could seduce my heart
Then my heart stood still at the sight
Of a bush of wild white roses
On the sly
In all the secrecy
Of the act
Nearing the bush
Under the showering rain
And in the veiling mist
I chose the most
Visually appealing white rose
That I delicately stole for her.....
BIOGRAPHY: Sanju Unjore, from Mauritius is a researcher and English language
teacher. He writes occasionally depending on his mood, inspired and
influenced by his entourage and his teasing Muse.
