Flower's Innocence

A tiny bud was I

Gradually unfurled

My petals sparkling green,

Basking in the sunshine

That deepened my hue from orange

To vivid red like the sky at sunrise.

While my mother's cradle

Swayed by the gentle breeze

I saw a man stand with his child

By my mother plant in the green field..

He pointed towards me

And told his kid:

'Son, this is the flower called 'Hooker's Lips''

The boy gazed at me-

And asked his father:

'What is a 'Hooker' Daddy?'

The man laughed aloud while pointing at me

And said, Hooker is a man or a woman of easy virtue

Who assuage the physical lust of humans for money

The child continued gazing at me 

And spoke to his father with a smile:

'Daddy, doesn't the flower look like Momma's lips

When she paints them red and smiles with glee?'

The man looked annoyed, tugged at his son's arm

 and walked away in a hurry towards his farm.

I gazed at the two receding figures

Gradually diminish into two dots

And merge into the horizon.

Sensing my displeasure by the human thought

My mother's green fingers (leaves) gently touched me.

In an assuring voice said she:

'You are bright child, my flower

With a smile like a sunshine

Shaped like lips that kiss the

Frown from a worried forehead.

Your bright smile reflects 

On the lips of the beholder.

You are a gift my child,

You are Mother Nature's lips!

For more information on the flower Hooker's Lips refer to: 

http://www.odditycentral.com/travel/hookers-lips-the-worlds-most-kissable-plant.html

This poem is dedicated to those who are forced into the oldest profession of prostitution and a social stigma is attached to them. They have the right to live a life of dignity as respectable citizens. Identify their potential, their talent and with the fundamental right to education and vocational skill development, live a life with dignity, integrity like any other citizen of a country.