Banished from the gardens of eden,
This green pariah.
To the beige hell on earth,
Without a single messaih.
With thorns over its body,
An untouchable of its kind.
Shapeless like a fat lady,
Who without reasons is always maligned.
No gardeners to depend when hungry.
No rains to hinge on when thirsty.
No birds to speak when lonely.
And No poets to write its misery.
Yet, it stays with courage,
And lives a life so sour.
And from its hard earned blood.
Grows the most beautiful flower.
Everytime in my life,
When there is no one to hold a light,
Or to hear my woeful plight.
And when defeat is in my sight.
I think of the cactus flower.
And It inspires me to fight.
And I fight.
And I fight.
Pradeep Dhavakumar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cactus-flower/
