A Solitary Flower

Among so many different flowers In the hilly slopes and the valleys, Stood a solitary one in the corner, That singularly caught my eyes. All the flowers gently swayed alike, But not all had the same merriment. Some did it with sprightly dance, Some like a ritual, as if in a trance. Butterflies, bees and the dragonflies All came in groups with no surprise, Singing their own serenades of love, To the bright flowers, hovering above. When all others were frolicking in fun, Distinctly different was the solitary one, All the while she was looking at the sun To collect her nectar, no one had come. A poet proceeded to her in steady gait, To take her picture, he couldn't wait. He knew one day his memory would blur So he wanted a picture, to archive her. This picture became a symbol to many Who were lonely, without a company, To them it was but a symbol of solitude, Of a lonely soul marching with the multitude. Poet's Notes:The idea of this poem came when the poet saw a solitary flower while visiting Nangolkot, Nepal, in April,2012 Dhaka 13 November 2013 Copyright Reserved.