No Respect For The Little Thing Poem by Pushkar Bisht

What a beautiful flower in my hand,
I know that God has created it with a noble purpose,
And coloured white and yellow brilliantly,
Shape of the flower is so unique
It has sweet smelling for those who respect it from the heart

It was lying on the road with no respect,
No body gave due respect for this flower
For which it was really deserving,
But when I passed by, To my surprise,
I found this beautiful flower on my way crying

Oh how unfortunate the people are,
Not to see the beauty in the innocent flower
But I know the Almighty has provided me,
With good senses to feel everything

The little flower, I picked up from the road,
I understood the feelings of it in my journey
It was so nice to give me respect by its sweet smelling
Then I gave it to my little friend, asked him to care of it gently

The flower has got the wonderful friendship,
The little boy whom I offered the flower feels the love
Wow, the little boy is happy to get as a wonderful present
Now the flower deserves for what it really is in the world.