A small poem cut by Dhutra with flowers
A little white dream stands under the gray sky, Even in the thorns, the one who maintains his existence, That is you, How close to the heart even though you are unknown.
You are not alone, There are thorns guarding you all around, When someone comes close, you are afraid, Someone wants to touch you, but stops again at the border of hesitation.
Yet you bloom, Silence like a white maiden, Your yellow heart is like the sunshine of the sun, Never forgets to spread light even on dark days.
You teach, Even in thorns, beauty is hidden, He who dares to see, also finds the meaning of life.
People think that happiness means a gentle path, But the thorns hidden in your body tell you, Happiness means a fight, a victory that comes from pain.
I see you in the middle of the field, The wind is blowing from the distant sky, You are swaying, but you are not broken, Sometimes it seems like you are my reflection.
I too am trapped in a thorny fence, I too learn to laugh, when my heart is bleeding, I too try to spread light, When only darkness is closing in around me.
You are standing proudly, As if you are saying, I am, I will be, Even if someone avoids me, I will not stop.
Isn't human life like this? Some pull closer, some push away, Some only see the thorns, The real beauty is lost behind the eyes.
You teach me that love means selfless giving, Just as you give color, smell and strength, Yet you do not ask for anything in return.
You are a poem written in the heart of nature, Where there are no words, only feelings, Where beauty is not only in appearance, Rather, it is in strength, courage and the assurance of survival.
If I could be like you, Then maybe I too could stand steadfast, Not bowing down even on stormy days, I would learn to laugh even from within the wounds.
Oh unknown flower, The message of purity that you give even from within the thorns, Is like the love within a person, Which never fades, only grows stronger every day.
To me, you are not just a flower, You are a parable, a story, Like a human heart, tender with love, Yet full of thorns due to the blows of life.
When I see you, I understand, That love is not just the name of easy, Love means struggle, infinite patience, And the courage to survive.
You stand, I write, you are silent, I fill the paper with words, Yet the connection between the two is the same, The truth hidden deep in life.
You say, I listen, I write, you smile, Between your white petals and yellow heart, The image of my life is painted.
Maybe one day someone will forget you, But I know, you will teach me, That even if there are scars, beauty does not fade, That even if there are thorns, love does not stop.
You standing inside this thorn bush, To me, a silent teacher, Who teaches that light is born even from pain, And love surpasses everything.