cactus outside the window
signifying my deepest sorrow
first to put it on my table
but my heart failed to handle
water it not everyday
as it doesn’t need it anyway
a hardy plant from the desert
and it is not everyone’s dessert
rare that you could see them flower
at the desert maybe but i am bothered
and they grow thorns
and that just make my heart torned
sitting on my chair looking outside the window
recalling all my deepest sorrow
you can water them
but my heart may not florish
you can caress them
but they may cut my hand
it loses its torn one a day
never would i realize
pierced into my heart one a day
never would i realize
pain absorbed unknowingly
Why to look cactus negatively! It is good that it is losing its torn. When it is trying to lose its negative character, why r u stopping him? May be cactus doesn’t want to hurt us, it is only the way we think, we see, we touch and we feel!
These words came when I read the poem!
Bless You! ~Namaste~