a short poem: a blossoming flower

A musical tune wafting from far away..

As if some one is playing a pakhoaj or a piano in a war torn city - amidst all the debris...

Whenever I see her or she comes near me ; -

I see a blossoming flower on a tiny plant grown out of a crack on a crumbling wall!

I pause while trudging over these debris - too look at this flower!

It's always in front of me - but can't express my appreciation and gratitude enough in words.

I just keep staring and listening to the tune.