In the Orchard of Life,
Where flowers bloom and whither
He was Lavender…
A fragrance that healed,
The scars of my past.
A blanket of comfort,
That showed me love unconcealed.
In the Orchard of Life,
Where flowers bloom and whither
She was a Sunflower…
A gaze of gleam,
That even Apollo envied.
But, when the sun went down,
So did the dream.
In the Orchard of Life,
Where flowers bloom and whither
The others were weeds…
A living mess,
Waiting to be cleaned.
Under the subtle pretence of love,
Only sought to oppress.
In the Orchard of Life,
Where flowers bloom and whither
I am the ground…
The only constant,
Seemingly arid until the next drop of rain.
For I remain the same,
While others drop silent.
Pemmineti Pujith is a social and digital associate at the Commonwealth Society of India and a final year Business administration student at Amity University. He calls himself an agent of change who actively contributes to instigating reform in the areas of inclusivity, creativity and sustainability. You can find him @pujithhhh on Instagram.
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