Song Of A Blooming Flower Poem by ramesh rai

If I'm asked to sing the song
the song sung by a blooming flower

Did it ever resume the task of hatred
I never knew; the ecstasy flowing on lips
certain stigma replenish my thoughts
with an undue flavor of life and death
then my attrite exclamation attune bravely
to understand meaning of life
which is ever in existence beyond and
foregoing all calamities of life.
Such the blooming flower sung
that I never knew.