Unexposed excellence

Flowers of various colors and stunning fragrance,

Are blooming day and night amid human residence.

They get fair likings of people for favorite homage

And love for the decorative garlanding on the image.

Bees run to get a drop of honey for their life hood,

Flowers enjoy closeness if the contact is not rude.

Morning rays of Sun kiss the whole flower body,

Fresh breeze embraces her with a tune of melody.

     

Flower that is born in a garden, gets respect and honor,

Express happiness on getting room at feet of World’s creator.

But the floret that blooms in the vast forest wilderness,

Never gets the love and affection from anyone else.    

Though have colors and aroma, heart remains empty,

Dissatisfied, broken feelings, joy loses its vanity.

Never feel happy as darkness shrouds the feelings,

Can never be sacrificed for devotional meanings.

    

So many flowers are getting lost in such forest air,

Silently leave this world being in a state of despair.

The same is true as the brilliance of remote village people

Remains unexposed whereas city people cross the hurdle.