A HOME ON THE WAY

A flower on its way to bloom
Upon a dusty, jilted shrub
Stemming from a pool of dust
Growing beside rails of the suburb
Half-crushed, half-buried
No room’s comfortable enough
And yet- here is to life
That gets going to get tough

Waving in its deformity
Up against the torrid sun
Until when the moon takes charge
And waving still in unison
Brushing hindrance off like soot
It lay pressed- under a forgotten heft
And refused yet to wither
Lavish in spirit- this shoot bereft

Quaking wild to railway chugs
Ageing in its scalene nature 
Still grooming the floret humbly
Like some middle-class caricature
A full family in God’s one being
Lies out there, somewhere to be seen
Struggling and bulldozing through
In dust-laden shades of green

-K.G.