I'm a wildflower 
I'd grow on any face of the world
any city, town or outskirt
or your locality 
anybody which resembles the bones of a cot
a warm blanket folded against a burning hearth
anybody with a heartbeat that could be turned into verses
soft, sorrowful and judgemental verses
anybody with pretty eyes that has two blue bullet trains running in their tunnels
Anybody with a vision of changing the working but no means of saving
devoid of hope and light
anybody with a ache of being left when their lands grew weeds
Anybody with a sky turned into dark with birds dying

I'm a wildflower 
I'd grow on any face of the world
until and unless the love is guaranteed 
no matter in what measurements or barter or bargain
Just a place to rest and weep 
a body to hold and sleep with 
Just anybody with a soul to console
and a hand to hold 

your fatherhood
wildflower
no place of  your own
no water to grow
only a yearning
of blooming
of thriving
of being
noticed.