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