Green Blue Red

Green Blue Red


I saw it in its early hour.
When it was Green carpals allover.
Full of fragrance, extremely fair
Nourished by Nature with utmost care.
Unaware of Moths, Bees , flies & Drone
That hunt to steal it from its own.
Greenness , The innocence ; Carpels , The shield
Fragrance, The wisdom; Fairness, The yield.
I eyed on it to witness its growth
From Green to Red & praise the both

To my surprise, it turned to Blue
Stretched its Sepals & lost its hue.
It behaved like an ordinary one
In the garden , secured by none.
With pollens open easy to steal
Weakened its Stalk , thus lowered the Zeal.
There was nothing more extraordinary to be seen
So I closed my eyes and left the scene
Disappointed & afraid that it may
Like other flowers stay blue till decay

Next, summer to my utmost surprise
I saw the same flower during sunrise.
With Petals turned to sharp Red
With same fragrance but allover spread.
In it I found not a trace of blue
Stalk is firm , Petals together glue.
Red is honour , dignity , quest
Fragrance is knowledge with wisdom at best.
I salute it for being extraordinary
As a flower of garden of imaginary
The reason why it turned Blue in between
To find it out, I am so keen
Was it a hallucination , or a reality
Will remain always an unfold mystery .