UPROOTED NATURE

I was a flower in a garden 

Nurtured with love.

And, he used to be my warden

Who made sure I'm a notch above.

I felt very lucky,

With those Sun beams greeting me,

And waters that he showered. 

Unless one fine morning,

He picked me up 

And threw me away, as he mowed!

Perhaps that's how the 'Nature' is

If you're unable to bear the desired fruit,

You will no longer be cared.

You will no longer be loved.

And soon, you will be uproot!