Violet Flower

Toma Roy

I can see you

You are a blooming flower

Looking at me

Your violet petals are scattering

Scattering like my dream does

Your petals attract me

Your centre is yellow

Yellow like an egg yolk

But for me it is the sun

Oh, my violet flower

Your name is unknown to me

But your egg yolk like centre

Displays a hopeful future to me

Your centre is the sun

Brightening with hope

But it doesn't have life

As life doesn't exist in you.

You are nothing

But a flower made of paper

My dreams are nothing

But the sting of chili pepper.

Toma Roy is a last semester MA student of Creative Writing at ULAB