The Wild Flower. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The wild flower cries in silence
Here my birth is in such an adverse event
Here my life is an unwanted birth
Sometimes no one making an attention to me
As the birth of flower is bound to beautify
The world likes beautiful flowers I knew
I have no fragrance at all to invite the attention
I have no honey in my petals to attract butterflies
Here I stands as a mere spectator
The Contempt I suffer make me tearful.