Humanly Flower Poem by Pijush Biswas

Let not it go beyond the world of garden
Let not it fall down or wrinkle in the sun.
The pretty flower!
It may enlength deaths as it follows
Or, decrease love and increase great gardener's woes;
Love is but humans' crippling choice,
May make itself again an entitled voice.
Whereas, Gardener preserves all, hence
Stealings go damn'd or mischance;
Or, the world's entity may go worse
If, life meets death in reverse.
Or, to manure it all hands increase
It's belief in it's fairly release,
So, if possible, it may flutter
Even, in sun or strain.