Floral life….

Floral life….

Born in dark leaves with the company of sharps

Swinging all the day from left to right

I think only to not get plucked…

All my mates protect me from danger

And I slow down them with my scent when they are anger

We are family we love each other

We fight lot but protect each other

I’m a small creature in this big world

But every big thing is incomplete without me…

I sometimes become a token of love

Sometime a get well soon wish…

But sometimes I become a thing to fill the dustbins

I have been crushed by the heavy soft feet of people

All my veins get crushed

All my lifeblood flows to the gutters…

I would always wish to not get plucked by people

And no blood of mine flows in the gutters…