Flower: Compartment Of Life Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta

Flowers are everywhere but it was God creation
Different in color, in size, it’s so hard to mention
Tranquility born in internalizing this stuff
Essence of awesomeness dominates to it, and not a bluff

Gaffer uses flower as means of relaxation
People use the latter, for today’s own motivation
Some for decoration, some for good, some for leisure
But they do not care the importance of this dan and measure

Inside that flower, something is really bothering
It suffers when it used too much and it was depressing
But still, silent about that commotion, torn within
It wished to vanished, to find someone to comfort and take in

That’s my real life, flower but vagabond in nature
No one understands me, ‘cause they are all fake and demure
They let me bleed, self-emotion soaked by depression
But I did not apprehend, I don’t want negotiation