AN EXOTIC FLOWER by Aminath Neena

An Exotic Flower

I could paint the most exquisite rose

From the gentle stroke of my mind,

As the beautiful face of my mother

My thoughts flashing as silver ripples

to glisten on my liquified lashes

When I recall and remember

Her magical glow of rose pink,

a glittering beacon in a light house

Guiding my steps through all weather

Ever glowing -ever warming

Always beside me as my shadow

Helping me mold, holding her finger

Regardless of unpredictable seasons

Her sweet fragrance still lingers

rejuvenating my soul with such vigor

Just like it did as I lay within her unborn

a fountain of unconditional love, she was

that makes my heart flutter

Caressing the rough patches through the years

with her sweet nectar for sustenance

She was my partner, my soul sister

Her petals one by one had lifted me up

every time I fell, brushing the dust

gathered on my earthly cover

Till one fatal twist of fate

Forcibly separated the chord

That wove our souls together

Dispersing its shattered shreds

With the silent gust, as such is the theme

of this ramshackle journey’s demeanor

And finally, with one deep breath

Feeble hands clasped in mine

She gave me, her last petal of flower

Like all flowers in this abode,

A rose, had bloomed to wither

Hush now, my sweet, it is time to rest- forever

Aminath Neena is an English lecturer from the picturesque archipelago nation of the Maldives. Currently, she works at, The Maldives National University. An avid lover of words, poetry is a hobby closest to her heart. Her poems usually revolve around themes such as love, relationships, spirituality, society, and global issues. According to her, poetry is the gateway to spirituality because it resonates purity like no other. Among her achievements include having her poem featured in 'Words And Music', a program on BBC Radio. She believes her writings to be a reflection of her thoughts, her feelings and her life.

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