Saturday, July 29, 2017

167. Flowers in wild


Flowers bloom on a wild plant,
Growing in a forlorn forest,
With no one to watch them,
No one to savour their fragrance.

Hardly are flowers bothered,
Hardly do they feel worthless,
Their aim is to spread beauty,
Their mission to impart fragrance,

They will keep blooming
And withering away in hope
That someone will come some day
Who must not return empty-handed.

2 comments:

Ankita said...

seriously, flowers do not compete, they just bloom holding their beauty lovely poem :)

Vandana Sharma said...

The selfless compassion we all should try to inculcate in ourselves.