The Orphaned String Of Flowers

Once, a tiny string of flowers

Sorrowed and disturbed,

Cried its heart out

To its only listener, mother earth

"Oh mother, I am an unlucky orphan

With no kin or relatives

With no one to care for me

Or no one for me to claim as a friend

I emerged with hard work from a closed bud

To a blossomed, fragrant bunch of flowers

With skilled hands, I was strung together

And sold from the market to adorn a lady's hair

But after a day, I wilted to black - brown

No fragrance hung around me, so I was thrown

Curse the human clan !they use all the resources

And throw them once their value is lost

"Don't worry my child," said mother earth

''Come join me, your grievances shall be forgotten", she assured

So the grateful string joined the mother

And buried itself in her warm embrace