Against the sky blue wall of my home
It stood, green and yellow
With promises of luck, gold and love.
Knowing very well it won’t fit in my rational home
I untied the scarlet satin
That held the frail stalks together
Cautiously stripping off its enigma,its aura,its promises.
Found a corner of my green garden apt for
The lucky one, to bury its roots in.
I let it grow....
After all,it’s a plant ,a touch of green
That has to grow under a
Sky that is blue.
