A dandelion
belonging to this world
bounded by no field
known for its freedom
dancing and singing with winds
a dandelion
belonging to this world
swaying its way
to far off places
from farm fields in day
to roads on cities
criticised for being swayed in youth
a dandelion
belonging to this world
blamed for its freedom
nobody cared
it dispelled it’s duty
even when abandoned by all
to do it’s duty connecting offshore with onshore
Carrying on inheritance to all nooks
a dandelion
belonging to this world
some decided to be one
Enjoyed being a dandelion
while some yearned to be one
some born dandelion
some evolved dandelion
A bliss in disguise
or curse to be one
choosing duty to travel
or enjoying to travel
leaving its root to travel
or simply swaying with wind to travel
its not easy to be a dandelion…..