A Daisy In December

Years of miseries in a feeble life had made her ill,
She always appeared sick and never showed any movement by her will.
Even the efforts made by the gushing air were all trashed in vain,
As that daisy stood still with no hope of meeting someone sane.

She always faced dejection and refusal in one way or the other,
There existed no one who could praise her beauty in a tone like that of a lover.
Only her sisters and friends were praised by the passers-by,
This bitter everyday neglection she suffered further made her cry.

She was never noticed, never allured and never appreciated,
The serene beauty she possessed was always hated.
Even though she tried all ways to make herself shine amongst all,
She was only overlooked by the little and the tall.

Once her entire family was chosen to adore the princess bride,
But she was left there unnoticed by anyone’s sharp eyes.
Her own kin mocked her inability to please the ones for whom she was born,
While they were being carried to the Royal Wedding leaving her crooning and torn.

Even the pleasant butterflies never hovered above that daisy,
This rotten treatment forced those some rays of hope within her to get hazy.
She was unable to find even a little abode in the land of peace,
Where she could spend her remaining life with joy, untortured by the fleas.

People often trampled her when they passed by her,
Her stability and power were all frequently stirred.
There was no one who sympathised her or cried for her,
And so, she started to find the feelings of love turning blurred.

Her once bright, jovial colours started turning pale because of depression,
She never even tried to feel again the selfless love’s sensation.
She never needed water or the fresh drops of dew to adore her neglected petals,
As the tears she cried incessantly fulfilled all her needs of needing water to look mettle.

She was left lonely at the time when the year was approaching it’s end,
While the rest of the world celebrated for the arrival of the next year as an unfallible trend.
She felt discomforted in that snow which had fallen in that cold December,
And helpless for no one could hear her as they all rested in a quiet slumber.

The chunks and flakes of snow covered her fully and she couldn’t see,
Unlike the others, who could still watch the blue skies.
It included those creatures who insulted her simple charm and that tree,
Which sometimes supported her and prevented her cry because of all her broken ties.

Still, with all her energy and might she penetrated that snow which hindered her vision,
To see that world which was responsible for giving her those different forms of depression.
She looked placid but ever whiter because of immense cold,
Her stem started trembling in that chilly evening which indirectly fortold –

Her death, in this world of pain and losses.
And she feared losing her ignored identity amongst the nasty mosses.
Even her roots sensed inability to hold her tight in that chill,
As they were numb and feared the snow which appeared to fall from the highest hill.

She shedded her petals, and looked high up with regret from her empty stalk,
As whenever she was lonely, she saw a friend in the azure sky with whom she could talk.
Today it was blanketed by the vast mass of black, ugly clouds of grief,
Which demanded all her joy and her scarce feel of some relief.

She felt sorry for she could not accomplish the task which she was entitled to do,
When she stepped into this Earth in the form of a seed with a fade hue.
She could not please the eyes of the people who looked upon her,
She got no appreciation but a lot of disgusted murmurs.

She never knew which fault lay within her which obstructed joy to approach her,
Which all of her relatives, being exactly the same, recieved without any hampers.
With this view in mind she went to a long sleep from where she could never recover,
And all her questions were frozen and that daisy died in the chill of December.