The Flower That Stayed Poem by Parisha Shukla

Once on a beautiful day,
standing in my beautiful dress,
wondering—
"Why this world cannot be good for all? "

I sat,
I stared,
while the sun was sinking below the horizon,
fading every piece of stone into darkness.

I glanced how the world,
the grass,
the sky turned from golden to gray,
as if they were meant to be this way.

The only thing that stood— JASMINE,
not an ordinary one, but the one that blooms at night.
It was white, shining like jewels with dew drops,
dancing gracefully along the wind.

I wondered—
"What's actually making this little piece stand? "

The answer blurred in silence,
or maybe my question was my only answer.

Now, I just want to be this flower—
to be my answer.