Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No short poem

Uploaded by Mohan M Prasad

You came as a pretty cute gift of love,
That we received, looking a real ‘ WoW’

We decided you will be there on the centre table,
Lest we adore you less, and that became your cradle

Since then never missed the time for watering,
Taking care no petals gets hurt and start withering

Over weeks I silently noticed one thing ,
You never grew even by and that was something.

I then paused to think over it,
Over my over doing the watering bit?

Stopped watering from the next day,
Yet scared you may droop and flop on day

It’s weeks since then,
In spite and even then

You neither grew nor got dried up,
Just curious ‘ wanted to ask you what’s up?

How I wish you could speak and share,
Where I missed my pour of love and care

Epilogue .
I saw her with a soapy sponge clear the dust on the pot and the petals

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