Sunday Reflection By Madhu Sriwastav

Sunday Reflection By Madhu Sriwastav

Sunflower

The sun shines bright no matter what There may be clouds, turbulent storms and heavy rains The sun always shines no matter what I remained joyous after baba left to the care of maa in a big family My little sis, too little to understand My brother in his own world Maa always worried and pestered to keep going on Brother did his bit too For the rest of the family I was a thorn they would only be glad to remove I kept looking up like a sunflower to the skies and drew the strength to grow and smile My friends were good studies I enjoyed My teachers remained unaware of my malaise for a sunflower never droops My bright smile camouflaged all the darkness within I kept marching on with gusto and belief Then came along an enchanting butterfly Spreading its colours into my life Magical his words, fragrant his body Mesmerized I followed it yonder to unknown terrains I wondered It took me over the blue mountains and vales Together we caressed the moonlit lakes My feet got wet in the sordid darkness I seemed to be stuck in the soft sticky mud of his ways The butterfly slowly changed shape It turned dark and dreadful I was afraid, felt lost and like a fool I looked up but couldn't find the sun The sun that always shines No matter what I realised I was in a cave The light at the mouth seemed to close I am lost in this darkness that has engulfed! Alas the sun didn't shine as it does always!