The day flowers are in full bloom;
People disappeared from street.
Shoppers by the side road are doomed;
Customers are in panic.
When will peace restore &
Trust from public re-arises?
They don’t step out of the door.
Pandemic is rolling the dices.
Medium: Gelly roll stardust on Black paper
I want to be like a little cactus,
Growing strong on sand and dust.
Adapting to desert afar
Or living in a tiny jar.
Facing the sun when it is hot
Protect itself with thorn it’s got.
Then comes the time it has flowers
So rare that makes people wonder.
Learning to thrive on limitation
Even when life was like fiction.
Pink lotus in the pond fonds of light
In the bright sunshine by this building.
Flowers flourish in the morning
Is an astonishing thing on my way.