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
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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
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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