I planted a seed today,
And it turned out to be the most beautiful one.
But isn't everything beautiful in its own way?
Aren't all stars just another sun?
Don't all flowers,
Look just the same, but when close,
Look different and brighter?
What are those?
Aren't those the same,
Things that I wanted to do then,
But I couldn't do them?
Because everything else was different?
Wouldn't all flowers be,
More unique when
They're allowed to breathe?
And be what they're meant?
Someone planted another seed today
And I know this flower
Would bloom more blissfully in its own way
Bloom more blissfully than any other.
- Mitul Magu
28th October, 2019
