After The Trials

After the Trials

A casual trot to the oblivious garden lanes
Brought me there.
Uncertain, profusely divided and introspecting incessantly
I entered the common flower lanes.

They were there, echoing my common hardships,
And such unavoidable petty garden rules.
It is where they displayed stereotypes last,
The lane took a turn.

Perhaps still in trance, I had to take the turn,
And thus turned ALL.
Vibrant,ecstatic and jubilant Pansies,
Held high in glory of colours and victory stood.

Every flower pot with galaxies of chances,
Sang in unison, the medley of Hope.
The unbloomed buds holding tomorrow inside
Stood beside the dead warrior pods.

The variety of their exposed colours
Reminded me of the infinite end.
The Pansies gave aridity a chance,
Pretty close,but miles away from commoners.

I retrieved, not to retreat to oblivion,
And give every common thought, a fair chance.