Blossoms are bound to bloom;
Neither for a duty divine,
Nor for adorning a bride,
Or to daze the scent of departure
Of a lifeless pride
On the shoulders of corpse bearers.

Blossoms have to bloom;
Purposeless, relentless.
Their whispers of fantasy
Enclosed in whorls
Bud into simple floral freedom.
Neither for love or despair,
Unaware of pleasure,
Sorrow or wisdom.

Blossoms can't help blooming;
Can't refuse or restrain
From coming into fragrance ;  
They bud self-contained,
Fearless and careless of
Any suffering or prayer
For the day ahead.

Painting & poem ©Kakoli Ghosh, 2019

Published in Glomag, Sept 2019