I’m a houseplant

Potted in the soil

That I can’t shake off.

My leaves always

Going towards the sunshine.

I grow in it

The love and tenderness

Each dew drop

Each bit of manure

That makes me survive.

I grow in the pot.

Sometimes a ray so deceitful

Pulls me towards it

I extend my arms as if

I’m about to escape

The eternal yearning

To the life of my dreams,

I reach towards it.

But as I inch closer

I realised the truth.

That this gullible plant

Just got befooled

Lured. Deceived. Lied to.

It burnt my tendrils

I extended towards it.

Shattered. Bereaved.

I still stay in the pot

Some dew drops

And bits of manure

To keep me alive.

And they wonder

Oh! It’s just a bush

A bush of short arms

That won’t grow any longer.

I hide the burnt tips

Among the leaves so well

And the soil just grew

Saltier in the night.