My Lotus floating with the Floater!
It was floating!
Being a fragile flower steeped for essence, I stretched out myself to catch hold of it. Like the debris of a broken ship, I laid glued on the surface. I felt unable to free my body from the roots, to which the former was fastened. The body seemed too light to hold my burdened heart within it. Meanwhile, the agile and alluring floater just kept floating, clearing its trajectory, in an utmost keen vision that my eyes could ever perceive. Diving afar, it swam farther from the sights of hundreds of other flowers, both aquatic and terrestrial. It seemed to escape from the clutches of those wildly floating flowers that chased it throughout.
All I could do was to lay there, spreading myself upon the waters, unwilling to delve into and incapable of uprooting from the waters.
I was like a water-lily though not one; I was what no Lily ever wished to be.
My eyes stood fixed on the floating thing wondering what it could have been:
"Was that a boarding place for my life thereafter?
Was I expected to get along with it?
Did I miss something precious?
Why did it attract me and slip away without resting in my warmth amidst the cool water?
Did I lose it forever?"
Perhaps, it must have been scorching amidst the eyeless water species, only in need of me. I wished to take this idea for granted.
I felt so inert. My existence seemed too inept!
I wanted to remain submerged.
I sank beneath the surface like a stone, hurled to cause ripples in a pond, which was killed by forcefully being thrust into the deep waters for someone's pleasure. Never did I dare again to emerge from the bottom in order to witness such attractive floaters, which were after all not meant for me! Instead, I waited like a dumb fool underneath, for some unknown visitor to lodge in my stiffness that was built by my Root's support; yet dreaming of the mermaids!
I dreamt a fixed Lotus's dream of aspiring to turn into a Water Hyacinth, just to float nimbly with all its heart.