An Unborn Bloom

-An unborn bloom - A flower blooms n my heart, A mystic flower of unseen bliss, A lower that bloomsto surface my pain inherent. It is the flower that was born with me, grew with me as pain of life, This is theflower that moves with easy wind with easy quiescence, It dances with the song of life with no reason, It comes to surface the dream, born in silent sequestered self of my virgin mind, in solitude it blooms to infinity. On the sand, sun burnt with the blow of life Itblooms to become a stream, It flows to make forest fruitful. A flower is born though unborn and full of possibilities and charmed with unheard rhapsody splashes my being, A flower blooms to fullness and a dream within dream blooms and it isbeguiled by pain bottomless.