Written by Neha Sherkar
Plant me in a cage,
And I’ll grow within the bars,
Lock my body
But my roots are born to go far.
Cover me with dust,
I’ll find my roads in the storm
Choke my fragrance,
I’ll breath through my thorns.
Take my leaves
I’ll leave my parts on the earth
Oh dear, don’t forget,
Graveyard too, give birth.
Pluck my soul
I’ll bend but won’t break,
The gifted wounds never withered my journey
I’ll shine in the darkness.
My petals are gorgeous
After every given scar
The peace within me
Will end the hidden wars.
My garden can blossom alone
It is not your slave,
I am a flower who will bloom
Even after the ravage.
I am caged
But I know how to bend the bars to build a home
On a mountain, on a road, in a norrow lane.
I’ll bloom
Not a refugee to roam.
Be it in a garden or in the graveyard,
I’ll never refuse to take birth
I am a flower,
That blooms under the thorns.
