A Conversation Poem by kalpana bhatt

A conversation between a flower and me

I met a bud
And it said to me

I look pretty
I too when an infant

I will blossom
So shall I

I have fragrance
So do I with my deeds

I spread happiness
So will I

I have thorns
I have up and downs

People love me
So is with me

You are comparing
No I am just feeling

I shall dry
I too when old

I die soon
I have to wait for it

Oh! You dear bud
Said I to it

You are the winner
And I remain as a.......