IIFT Diaries #103: Life of a bouquet

I am a bouquet

My life began yesterday

Gathering all sorts of flowers, the florist could get

I was brought to life at the SDA market

Piece by piece and part by part

These flowers became a part of my heart

Held together by a harmonious string

I was excited about life and the adventures it would bring

Brought to the stage, enclosed in a silver wrapping

I felt overjoyed seeing all the people clapping

Flaunting reputed companies’ logos, stood a tall banner

Under it sat dignitaries in a sophisticated manner

Now, before I could have a chance

To take another glance

In a brief rush of moments, I exchanged hands

Then left forgotten in some forsaken lands

Stood beside me two acquaintances, I had just made

A bottle of Kinley and a bottle of Minute Maid

Such a huge crowd who would not adore

But these two remained indifferent to all the galore

They say it’s nothing new they are witnessing

It’s in their JD to be part of such a gathering

On and on, the Trade Winds blew

Lulling everyone to sleep, barring a few

Then the people dispersed for a tea that was high

And I was left behind under the hexagonal sky

For who does care, about an ordinary bouquet

Will be replaced by another, the coming day!!

Thanks for your time, guys!!

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