The rain rains in my heart yet no flowers grow
It’s like I am in a deep desert with no direction
Maybe if I just allow the star in me to glow
all of this will be just imagination
Ja … but yet so, there is a wetland
of hate existing in this desert.
Rivers flow but streams are dry,
instead, I only see this little fern growing in me,
its flowers are so beautiful, like a newborn.
It is an infant that has me looking in one direction.
Oh! Do I desire its fruits?
Nutritious they are but still bitter.
Very few eat them
but a large number of people taste them.
So that even those diagnosed
with terminal illness can be well fed.
Then why am I denying it sunlight?
Instead, I put it in the shade,
hoping that it will grow.
But it becomes sunlight
with no hope of progression.
I hope that one day I will find
the moisture to get this plant to soften up .
So that the fields can be a garden
of lands for harvesting wealth.
Even so the rain rains in my heart
but the soil is not nutritious.