Flower By GMC@kkp الهند 🇮🇳

 

Flower

Proud of its shape and shine 

Texture and essence divine,

The flower is at its full glory 

But, it's life is a short story.

Something is about to occur 

It is the truth of a life to deter.

Fascinated by its elegance 

Enthralled by its fragrance 

Someone will pluck it brutely 

Least, bothered about cruelty.

Ah beauty ! your life is short,

Soon you are to fade about 

From the chest of mother Earth 

It is all , but your ultimate worth.

O flower, you may be put in tresses 

Or may be hugged in her braces 

You may be in a decorative vase

Placed in the corner with grace. 

You may be in the garland 

Or held  in a beloved's hand.

You may be placed at grave tomb

Or at the feet of deity with aplomb.

You may be trampled under feet

Or showered to welcome and greet

Some dishonest cunning leader 

Or pressed in a book by the reader.

Whatever may be your place 

Of honour or of disgrace 

But one thing is sure , hay

Beauty has to wither away.

GMC@kkp