In this garden beautiful,
Two stems made love to produce a bud.
The bud had colours many.
She had grey of ambition,
And black of confidence.
She had green of dependability,
Orange of Fire,
And yellow of courage,
Each of her petals made her one of a kind.
But the stems were worried because her colours did not match the colours of other buds.
The garden told her that her colour did not suit her shape.
Afraid, she shed those colourful petals that made her distinct.
As time passed she grew into a shape more attractive but sadly and irreversibly- the bud was now a flower and her petals now colourless.

- Khushboo Goklani