Slowly the bud comes to bloom, unfurling whorls it holds,
silken and soft the pink petals, gently its life unfolds.
The crowd at large gasp in awe, behold its beauteous sight,
a whiff of fragrance rouses the lot, looking for fleeting delight.
A silent perceptive smile it bears, all the while deep within,
never will they accept the truth, this flourish is all but a skin.
A display of fleeting trivial charm was meant not to be its goal,
for within the core where life begets there lies its eternal soul!
– Narendra Nayak © 2019