(I express my inability if you ask me to translate rainbow into one color; to prepare all dishes in one taste; and to sing all lyrics in one tune. Identity lies in plurality and multiplicity. You can find me in group too. This is the soul of my poem.)
How do infants’ smiles look like?
None can describe better than Mother Nature:
She displays flowers on her lap.
Flower doesn’t lose its character-
Be it a Rose adorned to Nehru’s attire,
Or a lotus that made Modi king.
Teeth that line up make a smile,
As petals that pile up form a flower.
Don’t be quick to say
That a lone-tooth-smile does exist.
It looks as melancholic as single-petal-flower.
My country is a flower of multiple petals.