THE LILY BY GAITEE ARA SIDDIQI
The deep red crimson lily
Beckons from a distance
And I am drawn to it
Like a moth to a flame
Its tongue hangs out
Panting for breath
Demanding a sip of water
To relieve its parched throat
A direct, full-on assault on the senses
With its delightful fragrance and colour
A beauty like no other! I exclaim in wonder