The Dandelion
written by: Ritika Satapathy
@RitiSatapathy
Sluggishly tosses its head,
The wind made it bend,
gave pollen predators a wend;
Ravenous predators approached the saplings,
regardless of the swarm,
everyone’s look of adorn.
For quite every being’s delight
Dandelion left its generation for seeking light,
small pieces travelled through city
making paths pretty.
Now adapting to a new setting,
it lived a major part of its being,
experienced rifting; giving,
receiving, reciprocating:
all acts of being’s highlight.
Again blown away by wind, start-
Afresh, naive and wild.
I am a postgraduate student pursuing an MSc in Bioinformatics. I began writing poems when I was in the 10th grade. I am from Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India.
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