Sunflowers

I have journeyed long and journeyed far

looking for sunflowers in the rain — fresh

blooms, unwet, singing a song of freedom. 

But freedom — it evades an explanation.

We say the birds fly free — but are they free

or bound by laws of nature, in sync with

Earth's harmony? Can you tell me where

these sunflowers grow? Sunflowers that

rise to the skies, flourish without sunshine.

I have wandered long and wondered more

how clouds and flowers meet in a downpour.

The sunflowers continue to sing of freedom.

Mitali Chakravarty likes to waft among clouds in quest of a world drenched in love and harmony and in that spirit founded the Borderless Journal.