Four – Leaf Clover

A four-leaf clover

A symbol of luck

But how it worked

Left me star struck!

An ancient Myth

If this was plant you plucked

You would be granted faith

And infinite luck!

What was luck?

Was it wining a prize?

Was it seeing the world?

Was it finding the love of your life?

What I find lucky,

Would other people too

What if someone’s luck

Was something I find Untrue?

If someone finds a flower

And say they were lucky

It would seem silly

People would prefer money!

But what if that flower

Was found in a dessert

Without an inch of wildlife

Then would the flower be considered less?

What if that flower

Was the last of its kind?

Would that be a miracle?

Or something useless to find?

Why was this clover lucky?

Was it because it wasn’t typical

So would the ordinary people

Not get a miracle?

All this flower did was grow

Yet it was counted as spectacular

We humans also grow

Aren’t we just as miraculous?

What if everyone was lucky?

And we were just blind

We just wanted more

What if we deceived our mind?

The clover was in my hair

It didn’t give any miracles

Or was I just Ungrateful

Was my life the true miracle?

Adrita Bhattacharjee