Friday, November 20, 2009

Cactus Flower

Tired of planting exotic plants
And watching them wither
Leaving my garden barren
I had planted a tiny cactus
In a corner
and the night had cried with me
Nourished by the tears and the dew
The cactus thrived
On a summer dawn
Came a tiny pink bud
I sit on a lonely vigil, waiting
For my cactus flower to bloom.

1 comment:

  1. May I dare to offer a suggestion here, since I really like this one?
    What if you replace "and had cried, and the night cried with me" with: And the night had cried with me.