Sunflowers tell you different story!



Sometimes the pretty pink sky entails how  infinitely beautiful we can become, if only we could adopt the vastness of the sky and carry the weights of the clouds! 

Sometimes the clouds in the sky tells us every raindrop will carry a harvest in the stoic soil near future, and,

The glowing flowers in the maize?

They were waiting for us to indulge in their beauty! 

Sometimes the sunflower inspires us to keep head high while still remaining in the ground.

Freedom becomes a choice then how we hold the vassal of emotions! 

The beauty lies in eyes of the beholder- well-said by the poet in the past, 

But, beauty lies in itself, 

Not in the ideal type but in the very real essence,

The distorted reality can only hold cropped truth and captured moments. 

Beautiful is a mind that can comprehend all the variations….!

Diverse, infinite, all consuming- 

Sunflowers taught me how to smile in the long run! Looking beyond the maize, far away from the canopies of fire!

They tell you a different story- 

A story of resilience and power, 

Empowerment sparked from estrangement, 

There lies a beautiful emancipation in alienation, 

The more alienated we are from others,

The more connected we are with ourselves!

Just as the sky - vast but all alone, 

Still connected with the tides and the falls,

The sunflowers are in a pack still each of them stand out in their own fragrance, 

The maize is all that holds all of them together, 

See how stoic carefree it became! 

The sky, maize and sunflower - each has a story to tell, 

Different than the other yet so connected, 

So, surreal! 


©® Farheen Akter Bhuian 

TimeFrame: 7th oct, 2026,  At'al The Corn Maize Lubbock.





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