Flower Poem by Piyas Panda

A blooming petal fall
A new hope gets called
A beauty rose from its bud
With a blush of an expensive laugh
It grows all alone
Gets teared thrown all along
It rises with noise of waterfalls
Alone it swifts in the drifting wind
A day passed.
A sign for an open heart.
The flowers one by one reach open
To take a deep breath
Under the open skies of heaven.
Oh! Beautiful, the creativeness of the one, supreme of all by which,
We all get its charm
The beauty, the grace
The smell paves a way.
Dear flower, take your step
Let the heavenly wave take away.