FROZEN LOTUS 

Blessed souls they are –
The roses and the grapevine.
Lavish green gardens are their abode –
How could they possibly want anything more!

I scorn my space.
Why was I born amidst the shallow lakes?
Frozen in murky waters,
I long to be born where,
I can enjoy the luxuries of land.

Where is our pal, Grapevine?
Oh, it is a sob story.
You would not comprehend.
You are protected in waters –
We get plucked at any hour.

This makes me understand –
We ought to be thankful for,
What we have and where we are.
The odds we may wish to rid ourselves of
Could be acting as our savior,
Even in the midnight hour.

Penned By : Abheepsa Vyas