Dear little flower,

A different breed than the rest,

Standing purple in a sea of yellow.

They sneer and point out your flaws,

You are not one of them,

You are different.

You think differently than the rest,

You want more than what is enforced upon you,

And yearn to make them see…

To make them see that your mind

Is not as bad as they think

Dear little flower,

They sneer,

Why would you want to spread your seed?

Who would want one so soft and delicate as you?

With your strange dreams and strange looks?

I may be different my friends,

I may be quiet, I may be soft,

But what’s so odd about wanting to fly freely in the wind?

To see the world and live?

I believe –

Nonsense!

Sneer the yellow flowers,

Silly little flower, you ought to have been born yellow,

You ought to have the sense to be like us at least in spirit

You cannot fly in the wind!

You are rooted to the ground – where it is safe and stable!

Quiet now, silly little flower –

Or else we will

Uproot you!

…

Dear little flower…

Where is your voice?

I haven’t heard you in a long time…

…

Years have passed…

I come to the old field once more

And stop in surprise

The yellow is gone…

It’s a sea of purple that I see now…

A race not so cold and cruel,

One that is now kinder to those whose

Dreams guide them…

With a wild gust of wind, the purple flowers rise,

They are flying now – free from the roots that chained them down…

But where is the dear little flower who started it all?

…uprooted.

All those many years ago…

By Eshini Hasithri Meegaskumbura