Why do you have to die

To let your virtues glorify

Every time you are slain

World smiles at your pain

The fragrance you spread

The smile you always had

Even with your slain head

The branches spread arms

To hug to in tear laden charm

The bleeding buds in optimism

Still await your journey home

The messengers of love

As innocent as dove

Are sacrificed to patter

One’s love for the other

The ambassadors of peace

Are shredded to pieces

Bound mercilessly in a bouquet

Message of peace they still radiate

Beheaded, slain, away from their kins

They still wave hope for human beings

For Our Love, Peace we do such killings

Whenever I see a flower plucked

I always have these feelings

While I searched for information on flowers, I had a feeling of guilt that we are killing such beautiful flowers…… Namita Sacchan and My Utterence had shown their love for flowers…. And yeah flowers and bouquets could be “economic” back bone of many florists… still  killing the things of beauty so mercilessly….. I don’t know, but still it hurts me…..