Holding that delicate and dainty Dandelion,
I blow it softly with the twinkling eyes and puckered lips,
Summoning my deep desires and some secret wish.
To a faraway, unforeseen land, the seeds fly,
Carried sublimely with the princely wind,
That embraces them with a gentle and quiet kiss.
But prude-the dandelion Seeds are not, for they remain placid,
Forever ready, to grow in the sunshine or in the shade,
They whisper on the side of the road, and on the meadow, they reminisce.
Just like my forever wandering thoughts and emotions,
In the pursuit of unknown and to feed the questing mind,
They too are beyond the customs of the usual and nothing do they resist.
Like the Dandelions, they also drift away to the places unknown,
To grow in the sunshine and to grow in the shade,
Unmindful, if it’s kosher or a bit inured or perhaps something pure bliss.
Picture credit: #123RF.com
Inspiration credit: #RuskinBond