And there I saw his friends and relatives cry for him - they had not met him for over ten years. You certainly make a difference to the people who care.
Here is the poem that I wrote for him.
I was just a small plant
born in lush-green valleys
besides a golden river and mountains
covered by the blue sky above
I was just a small plant
seeking solace under the trees
growing with others like me
now bearing flowers so beautiful
I was just a small plant
fluttering in the wind
welcoming the rains when they came
smiling at the storms as well
I was just a small plant
filling the air with my fragrance
dancing with the bees and the birds
glittering with the dewdrops resting on me.
I was just a small plant
with my happy World around me
I was just a small plant..
who withered away one day
As I lay on the earth dry and motionless
the bees went about searching for the dancing me
the dewdrops collapsed to the ground
the winds and the rains went numb
the terrified trees shed their leaves for me
So what if I was just a small plant??
They had done all this just for me, the small plant…
-Aaditya Joshi
