By: Thara Venu
In the garden of humans,
there are the daisies...
The flowers- young’uns-
have the enviable petals.
Petals made of skin and bones,
colors that originate from deep within every cell
are mourned for.
Stems, long and skinny, are admired and then envied.
Leaves are trimmed so that their prickly thorns aren’t seen, or felt
and the nectar is thought of as the sweetest part of the body-but never seen.
Instead, petals are open enough
to reveal the sweet belonging that each bud craves for
in this garden of humans.