Treasure Island

Srishti chaplot


Dead Flower


A blooming bud converted to flower,
And the flower lived happily,
But soon died its power,
And it withered away rapidly..
But the people around felt good,
Because it was all they wanted,
As they did all in their power that would,
Kill that flower-they taunted..
The flower died one day,
And in dirt and filth it lay,
People showed pity but never felt it,
Reality of dead flower with time became a myth.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013

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