She bloomed so beautifully
Petals opening with a hope
Where the light fell the hardest
Though from far she would see him
As long as she could.
He rose, as he always did
golden, distant, unaware
touching a thousand lives at once
never pausing long enough
to notice one.
She breathed for him in devotion
as each ray felt like a promise
That gave her warmth to stand
While others bowed out
And faded into shade.
With hopes for him to see
She endured the pain of the heat
Her edges burned, and she faded
Still, she faced him, innocently
Not knowing how to speak loudly.
And at last, she was no longer there.
Who is wrong?
The innocent flower that loved the sun
Or the Sun who just killed the flower?
Or is it the fate of the sun not knowing
He was loved, and that
He was her end.
@kavithaprabhakaran
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 7:41 AM UTC
She bloomed so beautifully
Petals opening with a hope
Where the light fell the hardest
Though from far she would see him
As long as she could.
He rose, as he always did
golden, distant, unaware
touching a thousand lives at once
never pausing long enough
to notice one.
She breathed for him in devotion
as each ray felt like a promise
That gave her warmth to stand
While others bowed out
And faded into shade.
With hopes for him to see
She endured the pain of the heat
Her edges burned, and she faded
Still, she faced him, innocently
Not knowing how to speak loudly.
And at last, she was no longer there.
Who is wrong?
The innocent flower that loved the sun
Or the Sun who just killed the flower?
Or is it the fate of the sun not knowing
He was loved, and that
He was her end.
@kavithaprabhakaran
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