Flowers. A fragile, fragrant, flamboyant, fetching, fascinating fragment of Mother Nature’s design to facilitate perpetuation of life. We all have our favourites – buttercups, carnations, chrysanthemums, daffodils, dahlias, daisies, lilies, orchids, peonies, petunias, roses and tulips – which are a welcome, though ephemeral digression from ordinary subsistence of the colourless commonplace.
But human avarice is often short-sighted and biased. Floral blooms of lesser allure and cultivar are frequently typecast as simply being necessary precursors to human fodder – grain and fruit. Nevertheless, to our good fortune, these marginalised flora continue to bloom and carry on their prime role in the larger scheme of life, unprejudiced and with heads held high.
Many of us here cultivate tomatoes, and the appearance of these yellow beauties is a common, though much awaited event in the journey of the crop – probable even more than the long-drawn growth of the fruit itself. They start out as tiny green appendages on a side branch, soon bursting into a vibrant yellow which droop quickly enough, having fulfilled their fascinating journey from budding to blossoming to pollination to fertilisation in a matter of days.
This Tanka is an ode to countless such blossoms which pass through their life, perhaps seeking a path through our lives?
neither vibrant nor fragrant
in purpose the heart vibrant
content as a fragrant soul
[In the frame: a few of my tomato blossoms]
– Narendra Nayak © 2021