Trampled Dandelion

 

One seedling was crushed 

Again and again 

Till it became a dandelion and flew away

Again and again 

Becoming a plant 

Again and again 

Reaching back to its roots

Now seeking shade, 

Now seeking answers

Always hovered with a dark cloud

Wondering why the alterations

Between over- nourishment

And yet again, being trampled on! 

The other seedling was forced to become a replica

Of the dominant DNA

It imbibed the poison from DNA

And grew right where it was born 

Appreciated for fakery

Boosted to be a devil hidden in a white garb 

Like those wild red cherries

Found in a forest

So tempting to anyone parched

Yet poisonous if ever consumed

Pretty to look at 

But a health hazard. 

The dandelion kept returning back

Unable to really root anywhere else

For it didn't know it's mistake 

Felt responsible for everything else

People pleasing at times, 

Rebelling at times,

At times trying to be something it was not

At times wandering far far off! 

Until one day, it finally realised 

The poison was there 

Right from the start. 

The very upbringing was abusive 

And so utterly wrong. 

And now the dandelion knew 

It had nowhere to belong 

It had to fly off yet again 

This time erasing it's very entity

All that it had learned growing up

Had no ideals 

No friends

No examples

But a blank empty canvas 

To paint on 

A life it had never seen or known! 

It had to find a safe shore

Calm water! 

A journey was awaited 

Beyond all shenanigans 

Far off from show offs

Somewhere safe, somewhere warm 

Somewhere to give it's mind some rest 

Somewhere to begin afresh

This time, all the more informed! 

A fresh start! 

~ Surbhi Rohera