Final Wish Poem by Vashi Pandey

Wish I was a flower,
would have spread the essence of me,
on a hill or on a tower.
Sight of me would have given joy,
a girl would have accepted me from a boy.
May be for a single moment,
I would have been a perfect present.
A bride would have adored me in her hair,
or had been a part of someone's last prayer.
Rose, lily or jasmine had been my name,
but the character played had been the same.
In this ugly and mean life,
I would had enhanced the beauty of a vase with other five.
People would had made a pass by me,
when I had grown behind a tree.
But my bit would be added in the God's creation.
Beauty and love would have been my only religion.
We humans divide the lands with boundaries,
But He grew flowers in all territories.
Guns and bombs is what we gardened,
Bloodshed and wars and hatred are the means,
on which we depend.
With flowers thorns grow naturally,
but we had grown thorns around us intentionally.
If somehow all this which we created can't finish,
I want God to grant me my final wish.