A Flower Poem by Ankur Khadaria

Flowers, what they feel
can anyone try to understand
them?

Flowers seem sweet to everyone and to me,
attractive to everyone and to me,
colourful to everyone and to me,
sensitive to everyone and to me,
catches attention of everyone and of me;

But are they happy with it,
this perception can't be understand by me,
everyone likes a flower,
no one loves it;

Gradually, a small bud
grows by gaining experience,
But at that time, who noticed it,
only native buds around it,
roots and stems feed the bud
as the parents.

When a bud turns into a flower,
everyone finds it attractive,
plucked in greed
without thinking of them.

Everyone find it colourful,
and for human desires took it
away from their natives,
Everyone finds it sweet,
catches their attention
and for other's longings
it ruins its own life;

No one understands how sensitive
they are....
Everyone uses it until its useful,
then crushes it under foot,
After its usefulness gets over,
who cares for it, who loves it,
who finds it attractive, who finds it colourful.

At last, a flower finds
its destiny...
come back but can't do anything
again..
What? What's this? What is this?
life of a creature attached to me.