The Bud

With the emergence of beautiful winter morning,
The presence of delicate & latent embryo became visible.
It seemed to be a bride, 
Enclosing herself in the veil of modesty & humility.

With the gradual linger of days,
My inquisitiveness as well as watering ratio increased.
Though, I was quite impatient for its bloom,
But still tried hard to act oppositely.

With the arrival of every day, I eagerly gave a glance at her.
Water her, pamper her.
But unfortunately, my anxiety was of no use,
As she was just in her old posture.

With the observation of no change,
She seemed to be the realistic constant fear.
Fear of losing her beauty & eternity.
Fear of insecurity after being mature.

With the change of state, she fears of,
Facing hazards & hardship of society for being attractive.
Getting separated from her parent(plant),
Exactly like a poor bride.

With the existence of fear, she knows,
One day she also will be grown up.
One day she will suffer from dilemma, adversaties of society.
But still she tries hard to persist & postpone,
In spite of being familiar with the truth, that she can't.
-Fauzia Afreen