By Gaurav Bhatnagar
I went to a garden once
I stood alone and looked around
Wondering at the beauty abound
Come my child…the wind whispered…
Not knowing who I heard…
I walked down the path curved…
And there she was in all her glory…
Mother Nature…I said surely…
Come my child…I heard again
Embrace me and soak in the gentle rain
Let not any anguish remain…
I looked around…
Lily, rose, dahlia…jasmine, acacia, dandelion
Just like Earth’s own colourful Orion…
They are all different…they are all beautiful…
Isn’t this wonderful…
But how is different beautiful mother…I asked
Isn’t one better than the other…
aren’t some colours bright, and some dull…
Aren’t the ones rising high prettier…and the ones below murkier?
I love all my flowers…she said
Iris near the sidewalk,
that red bunch blooming above the log…
the Asters in the shade…
and my Lilacs…that make people happily wait
They are all mine…they are all divine
Some grow high, some stay low
Yet when the sun shines, they all glow
They all make the garden come alive
To make all of us smile…and to make us realise…
Beauty is in diversity…beauty is in authenticity
Beauty is in each creation my child
Be it human or the wild
Promise to remember this…and then she smiled
Beauty is indeed in each creation
Superior or inferior is not a question
We too are flowers of this world…some rising straight, and some curled…
a few glowing red, and a few like the rainbow unfurled…
The world is beautiful with all of us…not just with few of us
I am yellow, you are purple, and she is white…and we are destined to shine bright
Let’s help each other grow….a new garden we may sow…burying differences deep below
The world needs this more than ever…
Spread love that’s beyond measure
Build friendships that are life's true treasure…