Flower
“What do you call a flower in Punjabi?”
I stuttered not knowing what to say
I was vexed, I didn’t know how to articulate the word
I wish I had learned
It felt like a flower that never blossomed
The rest of the drive back I was lost in thought
A part of me, I didn’t know
My culture, my mother’s language
As I got older, my petal’s sunder away
I grow further from my roots.
A Constellation of Creation 