The Plucked Flower Poem by Rishi Kaashyap

Flowers, I thought
I'd bring to your grave,
But somehow, to me
Admiring a beautiful flower
On the grave of another,
Wasn't very much fair.

More or less,
Together we bloomed
On the same green meadow
Together, we saw the world,
And the world did too.

In every meadow!
Must there be,
The most fragrant flowers…
One such you were
When you stood on your roots.

A Year ago
This day
Before the sun even rose
Came someone, who
Plucked you from your plant
Ignoring all the other blooms around…

The dark didn't let us see
Who the person was…
But he - large in size,
Was assumed as a monster.

For weeks and months
We wept over your broken stalk…
Wept over your grave..
Without wondering where u were
But we didn't ever imagine
That It was GOD,
Who himself came - down to us
To put you on his crown…
Why? We know,
For one most fragrant flower you were! !

Every flower one day
Has to wither…
But you - Young bloom,
Adorned the worshipped god
On his own crown…

We no more weep,
But tears of joy,
Tears of pride,
Still roll down.

Your Fragrance,
Now we too have
We're giving nectar
To hungry bees,
You wanted to do it-
But we are doing it…
For You! And For You!

We no more weep
For we always know,
That god is with us
Everywhere…
So you are also there!
For god,
Wouldn't forget his own crown?
Would he?