Florist - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
I went to a flower-shop of my town.
I asked the florist, 'Why have you chosen
this profession? Is it the cause that you
love flowers most? ' He said, 'No, sir, I have
chosen it because it's profitable
and people now spend money in buying
flowers.' I asked, 'Why do people buy it?
Is it the cause that they love flowers most? '
He said, 'No. They buy it because it helps
them get cheap inconstant love of others.'
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