Wildflowers

Walking across the Himalayas

The wrath of Himalayan showers

The endless rolling green trails

What keeps my gusto? 

Of course the snow peaked mountains!

But, what about the Fierce Wildflowers?

In all possible heavenly colours 

I wonder, what's it to be a wildflower?

 

Blossoming just for themselves.

Dancing wildly with the wind and rain

Clutching intentionally to the mother earth

Thriving in every crevice, every ruin, rocks

every ordinary turn, mountains, streams!

No gardener to mend, yet they tend

Welcoming bees, do they tease?

Are bees entitled? Are Wildflowers obliged?

Carpets of Divinity, turning ordinary to majestic beauty

I yearn to be the Wildflower!

Growing wildly, untamed just for myself!

Thriving in the mundane just for thyself!

Dancing graciously to the vacillations of life

Fiercly  alive and passionately resilient

Isn't it the "Divine Freedom"