Once somewhere in the deep woods,
some buds grew in a not so beautiful lake.
Most of them grew with a dream in their eyes,
which was about the destiny they had to make.

After a few days, when the dreams became faint
and reality became clear our story starts.
These buds give up one by one
and from their fellow friends they part.

We are ugly and the flowers in the nearby shrub
are beautiful, some of them thought.
Some thought the amenities given to them
were not adequate and hence blamed the God.

Some gave up because they didn’t realize their potential,
didn’t realize they could grow.
For some the surrounding conditions were severe
it was the reason enough for their lives to throw

But one amongst them was different from others
had faith in his eyes, was determined and willing.
Maybe he believed “Happiness is not a state to arrive at,
but a manner of travelling!”

He was the only one to grow into a flower
and every morning the breeze gave him a kiss
And everyone who passed by the lake used to say
“How beautiful ‘lotus’ that is!”