You sprout out of the land and open your eyes
You're caught up in the love you get, but then, time flies.
There were once people around you who marveled at your hues.
Who adored your intricacies, saying there were only a few like you.
People who once considerd you to be the glory of their lives,
Now wouldn't even let you survive.

You grow up and realise
That the world is a murderer in disguise.
There will be days when you would lose yourself admiring the petrichor.
But there will also be storms which you would have to endure.
And even when you think you're inching close to your doom,
Even when the ground turns stone cold,
Find something to hold on to and bloom.

- Nandini