NASR WRITES

 THE ELITE FLOWER

That one small defect
What they call weakness,
Is installed in all,
And vulnerability it increases.

It brings down the cheery;
Moreover the optimistic,
To most it is unknown,
And never materialistic.

It gives you what's essential
And sometimes correct:
The roots to keep you all alive,
And the shoot to stand erect.

It was all what was needed
But nothing that was wanted,
To live a life that kept going
Which was never enchanted.

Beauty was missing
And so was dear glory,
That one drop of colour
Could take a turn towards victory.

That turn was taken
Which gave all the power;
The fruit started growing
Out of that desperate flower.

The flower was given,
And clearly not lent;
From the one I ever counted on,
And so it was called my strength.

-Ammaara Bashir Babukhan

XII A