Plucked Flower Is Living Dead

" Flower plucked from plant is like a new born baby dumped on road" Bright, tender flower, my beauty all devour Humans stop and look at me, faces full of glee Joyous whole day, in breeze I sway Many sisters and brothers, love chatting with others Family loves me, am well fed must agree When insects sit on me, I am filled with glee As they commute, I will become a fruit Such thoughts in mind lay, thinking of future I stay ~~~~~ One day plucked away, dropped on pathway From my family faraway, alone I lay Blow me wind I say, drop me where I stay But much to my dismay, I am tossed away, All stamp upon me, humans are beastly To God I pray, for my early death, decay Harshly am taken away, along with garbage I lay Burnt alive,I am slain, I scream in pain ~~~~~ Many of us die this way, mercilessly humans slay When plucked, alive we lay, waiting for death to take us away LIVING DEAD, MANY TEARS SHED, EVERY MOMENT DREAD, SUCH A DEATHBED! Wish humans understood our pain, and stopped being so inhumane ~~~~~ 28 Jan 2021 Topic chosen - If I were a flower All internal rhymes checked at Rhyme zone. End rhymes not intended. Note: Brother and sisters indicate other flowers on the plant. In India garbage is collected by municipality and burned