by Ambika Ananth

The tender blushing bud
with the fertile touch
of the eternal magician
opens her pristine petals
to rediscover every vein
that spreads colour
deep down to her heart.
Speaking to the soil in soft whispers,
she learns to bloom to the full,
feels the warm  dawn of youth’s fragrance,  
ages enough to feel the impulse
that makes her lean sunward
to show her splendour.
Awakened and aroused,
raring to reveal more and more
of her untouched perfection,
the bud
turns into a flower..

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