Love flowers
for their colours
sweet smell
smiling sacrifice
generous heart
how they part
with their love
when bees want
their blood
how they make
sapiens smile
feel content
healing
emotional dents
with their scent
they lend and lend
till their last petal
Life commenced
earth’s most beautiful
living being
blessed it in green
Colours, beauty abundant
Million servants, attendants
Preening, dancing, happy faces
Envious glances, arrogance traces
Leaves scream, wanting relevance
5Tiring hands
Soothing
Tired hands
Mind
Miles away
On a song
Keep going
be strong
Journey
One day
May be
Not so long
You may find
Destiny
In your soothing
Tiring hands
Separate places
Colourful
ugly faces
Religions, races
Hardships, sufferings
Not my creation
Only given reason
by fellow beings
colour not the same
Nor disposition
discrimination
In roots
Humanity
be thankful
for the eyes which see
colours not to be
seen, reflections of
mighty sun,
unsung hero,
life provider number one
where you would be
Without me
You wouldn’t
Smell my soul
O beloved
Sweet waft of roses
You will find you
more than me
Such is the plea
of this insolvent
beggar
