The Flower Story

I am one of the flowers of the beautiful garden, I was with other flowers, I learnt from them to grow beautifully, to stay away from thorns.

I was growing beautifully like them, one day a youngest flower fell into the pond, losing the youngest of all, the grown ones felt so lonely, it was just like someone stole their beauty, they were still beautiful to be presented outside, but internally they were uprooted, they survived for few days but couldn't live without the youngest one.

They were sad; they cried tears when watered to hide their sadness. One day, they too broke from the branches and fell beautifully in the pond nearby. The garden was now shattered, no matter how much the Gardner tried, it kept decaying.

I am one of the flowers still hanging on one of the branch, so helpless, didn't help the youngest one to survive nor could help the eldest ones to come out of the pain. I wish I too fell down like others, don't know what Gardner has decided for me.

I wish he stops giving me water and sunlight, I wish I just dry up.