The Wildflower


The Wildflower

scattered by the wind

Broken and shattered

Free and untamed

In the gardens of wildflowers

Through dirt and soil

Sun and rain

It holds its domain

Other flowers viewed her as a rose

Beautiful and yet painful to hold

Some golden daffodils dance

And fluttered miraculous

To win the wildflower

The wildflower grew 

in all the gardens

Where no flowers thought it would

The aching hopes

Hurting memories

Eternity for infinity

The wildflower just blooms

Grow between the hollows


Deep in the roots

And keep the light

From the broken earth

Able to weather

Knowing that it will soon wither

Written by Sofia Naznim

Published at Teesta Review

A Journal of Poetry

Volume 3, Number 2

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