A desire to bloom seething within
The Rosebud- a captive of its lover,
The Shade; comforting, over-protecting,
Letting the Rosebud on its own, never.
Flowers, a many, swayed softly in the breeze
Each one beloved to a million
Frolicking butterflies and honey bees.
Making love were sunflowers, dandelions.
But, the bud, alone, fearing the sun-
So taught by the Shade- its vision narrow,
Should now break the fetters of protection.
Because every shade is someone’s shadow.
Shunning the comfort to which it was doomed.
Out in the bright sunlight, a Rose now bloomed.
~Almas Kiran Shamim