“Bloom where you are planted”, they say,
Is it that easy to bloom, come what may?
The wintry chill, the scorching heat
Autumn that dries and the uprooting wind;
Tearing you apart
Like a non existent entity
Yet with great hopes you retain
The charm that dis solutes all enmity;
So bloom, oh bloom
Just bloom where you are planted
For the forsaken shall seek solace
Within the womb of your bloom!