Flowers

When I look at a flower,

It reminds me of love and regret.

Because it is gifted to our loved ones.

And regret because it is offered to the dead ...

Maybe, a flower never understood how beautiful it is.

With a fragrance like heaven,

Petals blossom in the sun

When a flower withers it leaves behind a message that nothing is permanent in this life...

We are also not permanent,

Yet we leave behind some memories to cherish.

A flower is a song of the earth,

Heart of a lover,

And mind of an officer.