Death of a Flower

In the morn, I stood by

A beautiful garden aside,

The flowers politely nodded together

As if embrace each other in hide.

Looks very charming attractive

To a passers by gone away,

But words become collapsed to appease

While petals wither away.

It is thy irony of nature

Thousands are born and bloom,

But a few get care and cheer

Others left out in the weeds of gloom.

No more fragrance of flowers stimulate

Birds and butterfly ;

No more scent of honey attract bee

Only a memoir left an imprint

Scattered flowers slept in silent

Under the shadow of the tree.

Become indifferent to the insignificance

Sadden in mind and soul ;

Mourn in heart gazing haplessly to the 

Decaying flowers,    

If support gets, perhaps may revive for survival!

Before the sun sets into the horizon

And welcoming for auspicious dawn,

Let us pray for all those

Who is innocent like a morning rose;

Be calm, console and in compassion  

 Infuse a ray of sun shine in our life

Before it begins doomsday further in strife!