O 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 life to deter.
Fascinated by its elegance
Enthralled by its fragrance
Someone will pluck it brutely
Least, bothered about cruelty.
Oh beauty ! your life is short,
Soon you are to fade about
From the chest of mother Earth
It is all , but your meagre worth.
O flower, you may be in her 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 feet of a deity with aplomb.
You may be trampled under feet
Or showered to welcome or 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 sure they say
Beauty has to whither away.
GMC@kkp
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