Roses Poem by Chandra sekharan

Roses are not for plucking
It is for beautification of gardens and parks
For the onlookers sensual joy
Morning I would pluck and clip on to my shirt
What Nehruji did till his last day
Evening flower fades
I would dump it in the dust bin
Cyclic life continues
Single, isolated, blossomed rose plant
By the side busy high way
Would be a pathetic sight
Any time it can be destroyed
By a fast moving vehicle
Like nymph held by cruel hooligan.

P.M.CHANDRASEKHARAN