Cactus also cries – the poem

I long for some sweet touch

Yes for some sweet melody

Near me and forever,

But only few neglected glances

You do throw toward me

For I am a cactus, ignored ever!

Identity little vague

Yet I born out of dry emotions

Some strange aura,

Some hollow heart

And there I spring to live

Just as I adorn, even the Atacama.

Being Cardon’ some where

I spray some colors to bare rocks

I do befriend their loneliness,

I share their many talks

Emotions also they have

And I feel wanted, for their caress.

Then I sing lullaby in Andes

To the crying waterfalls

As nobody concerns to feel the apathy,

In the many crevices of the

Rocky hearts I add pink hues

For B. liliputana, I am there lovingly.

Some places yes love me sure

Which is rare and precious pure

Adored as State Wildflower of Arizona,

I so adorn the Arizona sunset

Saguaro to bloom the night lure

Nectar of love, I wish to scatter far arena.

I do yarn for some sweet talks

And I play role as Pereskia

To liven the earth with few shades,

I try to thank all by being

The Thanks Giving Cactus

Fruit for thought, I wish few embraces.

Though I wear sepia thorns

I too have a heart,

Though I adore arid rocks

I too wish some love.

Among the beautiful trees and blooms

Hope you all have few room for me too !