The Last Petal

I' am Nothing

Never sown, Ever harvest

No start, no end

No soul,

I am just a Body.

Roaming in the dark, Looking for the truth,

No Emotion, No Passion, and not a single drop of Inspiration,

Walking with the black shadow,

Who wants to say the all that I’ am unable to,

I am just No-body.

Keeping the sorrows in the wet heart

Holding the tears in the dry eyes

Roaming without any existence,

Looking for respect in their eyes

Searching the “human” in their Being

Standing “Naked” in front of them,

Witnessing the assault of my dignity,

Vandalizing my soul and butchering of my body

This Umpteenth time,

Iam Nothing, just a piece of meat to others.

Looking at the roof then to the Earth,

Looking for Myself,

Now Lost in Myself,

Limping like a wilted flower,

Witnessing the fall of the last petal of me

BUT

In the Next Spring

I will again rise and will Blossom,

Will spread the fragrance

Whose touch and presence would be a matter of utmost pride to the world,

Not the matter of Embarrassment,

Then I will walk on these streets with Dignity and Respect.