“Pappa, please click that
pot. The flowers are looking cute”, cries the five years old girl.
But I was not interested in
posing to them. Why should I? They go out and breathe fresh air. They enjoy the
sunshine and the chill breeze. They walk in the snowfall and get drenched in
rain. But, I am placed here, beside a window sill. I see the World outside and
my heart cries for freedom. I curse my beauty. I would prefer freedom to beauty.
And I am waiting for that day
when I will be released from this cage.
But when…?
You gave a voice to the plants ... beautiful story !!!
ReplyDeleteA different point of view - good job.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnd very moving for those of us who believe that plants have feelings too.
A beautiful take on the prompt. Interesting point of view
ReplyDeleteyou give the lily a great voice in this
ReplyDeletewell done/ she deserves to be free
Beautiful thoughts Satya! "I would prefer freedom to beauty."
ReplyDeleteCan be applied to any living thing! :)
I'd like to say that's why I eventually plants all my indoor flowers outside (which I do), but that isn't why. :-) I enjoyed your story, though, and hope someone takes pity on poor Lily.
ReplyDeletejanet
Ah, from the plant's perspective. we feel so magnanimous giving the plant a home, but the plant has a different perspective.
ReplyDeleteOriginality giving words to the plant. Nice.
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to set the Lily free. Lovely take on the prompt.
ReplyDeletePoor lily... confined to a pot. I like that take.
ReplyDeleteNice p.o.v. :)
ReplyDeleteI like your use of the word World. Good story, well told. Time will come. Always does.
ReplyDeleteAloha,
Doug
Well narrated.
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