Thursday 18 June 2015

Flower!

Before its blossoms
It's torn and plucked
To spread its fragrance
To spread smiles and happiness
It's thorns are
Brutally scrapped
From it's body
Are they not part of it?
Who listen's to
It's pain?
Nobody
Colour
and
Fragrance
Is all we see
Sorry!
Dear flower,
We dont acknowledge
The tears you
Painfully weep .

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