Flower Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

The poor flower,
Blossoming in wilderness.
Exposed to sun and winds,
But encased in tender and loving,
Pink, white, green petals.
A celestial creation,
The beautiest among,
All His creations.
Pleasing all,
Humans specially,
Not knowing,
It has a divine gift,
A special internal beauty,
Eternal fragrance,
That aromatic our inside,
And out side as well!
Like celestial hymns.
Flowers boost
And add beauty,
To life dull.
Pious lives in,
Places and ghettos,
And near and dear ones,
Smiling on a gloomy corner.
The pain and despair
Of the many
Wretched souls
Of the world wicked,
Then and now and always