Here's my entry for the Tata Literature Live festival(2014).
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The Flower-Man
We went to a garden,
my mamma and me
I saw a flower,
a flower never seen
A flower that was glad,
and a flower that was sad
A flower so colourful,
yet a flower so dark
A flower so sweet,
a flower that had the spark!
So I asked my mamma,
about this flower in bliss
We sat on the grass,
as she said all this
This flower doesn’t cry,
this flower doesn’t dream
When we break it or we shake it
or we kick it or we smell it
This flower never dries,
and this flower never screams!
And all about the flower,
is that it just is!
And the rest is
your dream, boy!
As mamma started walking
and I followed her about
‘What did you say mamma? ’
said I gripped by doubt
The last thing I saw,
was my mamma bent lower
As I came closer,
she became the flower
There was no mamma,
nor any flower
Coz four years ago,
my mamma was gone!
As was the flower,
never seen from the next dawn
Now when I walk,
in the garden again
I ask everyone,
have you seen the flower?
They give me a look,
as if I’m insane
And call me,
the Flower-man
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