I saw a full-blown flower
Underground for long
That was taking a shower.
It put down a root
Soon
To develop three a shoot;
With green mantle,
Eye-catching, fully attired
It sported its pink head.
Its elegance
Doesn’t allow one
Walk past it casting
A glance only once.
Its aroma, fragrance
A panacea serve
To the olfactory nerve.
It majestic beauty tempts
Beholders to fondle
Her breast
Getting closer to her chest,
A bee,
Her nectar to sip and taste.
Reminds me this tulip
A girl child,
My juvenile friend,
I often see when I sleep.
Jumping
From a seed to a flower
She has now ascended
Attractiveness’ tower.
Does she now me remember?
As distance and time
Have put us asunder!
She must
Remember me why
As her do I?
She has turned
Many a man’s
Apple of the eye!
BY ALEM HAILU G/KRISTOS
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD FRIDAY 3 NOVEMBER 2023
