It was an exotic blooming bough of flowers
Coveted by many but to me
Just another branch of flowers on
The trunk of an alien tree
I knew it was orchids abloom
Had read of their popularity and beauty
But had seen it on the braided hair
Of many a rural dancer
So apart from a casual gaze
For it I never a thought spared

And lost in my ignorance I lived
Until I had a strange dream
In it I saw an exquisite maiden
With an aura of light all around like a corona
And voice like a soft whisper of wind
I strained to catch the words
“I am the orchid that blooms in anonymity
In your garden and weeps for your indifference
I am a bloom of love and beauty
With emotions delicate and fragile
I have deigned to bloom in your garden
And brought you a blessing in disguise
My breathe fragrant and soporific
My petals drenched in colours of Natures pastels
Bring to your threshold the gift from heaven
One you have craved for years
For I am the blossom of fertility and virility
An omen blooming to bless you with a child’
As tears of ecstasy rolled down sleepy eyes
I prayed for the orchids whisper to come true

And true it turned out to be
After nine months with bundle of ecstasy
In my arms  content and blessed
I went to the church altar
Where the orchids smiled in purity
With petals touched by the blood of Christ
I stood whispering a prayerof gratitude
When the wind whispered in my ear
I opened my eyes to see
The orchids blooming there winking at me…