Why should the Sun, like primrose, change its true color?
Why shouldn’t each color have its own existence?
Why should the moon shrink holler for seasons smaller?
Why must Bluebells turn white on someone’s insistence?

Can cranes compel crows to stand still straight stiff-necked?
Can cobras wish rhinos to crawl and get frogs served?
Can deer desire lions to have their skin soft spot-flecked?
Can creepers caution palm trees to keep their logs curved?

Nature had her cause when she created me: Me,
As black-hole or blue-hole has many a meaning;
A hole named ME might be, otherwise, stay empty,
There’s no one, on earth, like me with the same leaning…

Creeper, climber, flower, or flies I cannot be;
What creature on earth could fully resemble ME?

(Sonnet)