Self Destruction Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Self destruction

Some of the things and especially flowers
Needs only attention from passers by
It adds to beauty
When they become shaky by windy move

How was it to be fairly equated?
The beauty was to be preserved
And not to be touched
They were not to be reached

Well, girls too are flowers in family
And blossom under care really
How cute and innocent they look?
Especially when go to school with books

So the flowers adore
Entire garden with galore
The beauty speaks for itself
Plucking of any may end in self destruction