Death of a Flower
Death of a Flower
In the morn, I stood by
A beautiful garden aside,
The flowers politely nodded together
As if embrace each other in hide.
Looks very charming attractive
To a passers by gone away,
But words become collapsed to appease
While petals wither away.
It is thy irony of nature
Thousands are born and bloom,
But a few get care and cheer
Others left out in the weeds of gloom.
No more fragrance of flowers stimulate
Birds and butterfly ;
No more scent of honey attract bee
Only a memoir left an imprint
Scattered flowers slept in silent
Under the shadow of the tree.
Become indifferent to the insignificance
Sadden in mind and soul ;
Mourn in heart gazing haplessly to the
Decaying flowers,
If support gets, perhaps may revive for survival!
Before the sun sets into the horizon
And welcoming for auspicious dawn,
Let us pray for all those
Who is innocent like a morning rose;
Be calm, console and in compassion
Infuse a ray of sun shine in our life
Before it begins doomsday further in strife!