A Flower Poem by Aditya Pratap Nayak

A flower...
A flower has withered...!
Who did this?
Why it is shriveled?

Many possibilities...
Bee, Sun, Air, Water...
Lets ask the gardener.

Bee...! !
A loving to flower
may be raped her time to time
and let her down in shame.

Sun...! !
The energy booster.
May be gave her more light
which faded her slight.

Air...! !
A faithful messenger
may be gave her wrong information
'Bee has kept a wrong intention'
tried to betray her innocence
and might have done some offense.

Water...! !
A life donator.
may be stopped due to jealousy
As it has fainted before flower's fantasy.

I walked...
To the gardener.
asked, 'who is the culprit?
why has it shrunk? '
'No one, for a ceremony I plucked it...',
he replied.

Gardener did this! !
Gardener did this! ! !
A care taker...
In every single moment
many flowers are loosing their innocence
by their near and dear.

So, Please...
I am begging of you all gardener
let them live freely
allow them to take freedom breath
let them blossom properly
show them the right path
and see the fragrance of earth.