On a lonely walk home once, i saw a tiny flower,
Surrounded by wild bushes, and shrubs that grew taller than what it was.
Out of curiosity, i bent down,
My knees prickled, the skin on my hand bruised
That's when i knew how beautiful it was....
I went back, happy and inspired
planted a small garden, several flowers like the one i had seen
Cared for it, like they were my own
Watered and pruned, as if it were my life
Time passed, the flower stood there, unattended, uncared, unknown
Wished, someone would come, just to see it
Days passed, the scorching sun washing out its green
It stood there, unatteded, uncared, unknown.............
One day, a bunch of carefree kids passed that way, giggling like school girls
the most careless of them dropping the ball, smuggled out of their school inventory,
The flower stood there, horror struck, helpless
As the ball happily came rolling, crushing its fragile, pale green arms..........
Later, when i went back, it was no more there
The flower died, just the way it had lived
A dead root lay, like an inscription on a tombstone
A beautiful tiny flower, once stood there,
Unattended, uncared and unknown...............................
(To a lovely person, who inspired me, to pick the pen and write again)
