TheDyingSunflower

By Noor Sawhney

I used to shimmer like the stars. But now I am like a crimped leaf.

I have given up...

My buds used to bloom; my petals were silk.

I used to freely flow through the breeze. Now... I am paralyzed in such stillness.

I used to drink the sun’s beam.

But now I am facing the sorrowful grass. My spirit is lost.

I have always felt alone. The butterflies used to greet me every daylight. But now they flutter by to seek another.

My friends find the sun’s beam. Their glowing faces gleam through night and day.

Oh, how I wish I could be like them one day. But for as I am.

I am a dying sunflower anyway.

By Noor Sawhney