Be it birthday , anniversary or mourning,
It is flowers that bear cost on their lives
Every such occasion they shed their lives!
Ignorantly we murder to get shortlived smiles
Ignoring humble obeisances, unseen tear beguiles
Sacrifices of lofty pride ,nipped with scissors in line!
“Are they meant to be scape goats weak blind?”
They cry out, squeezing their tender stems dry,
Once forever leaves them in gloom of silent groans
Noone but only their kind understand event ,wry
Why hearts within them are with tears sown,
While stacks on commercial racks are strewn
The grief blends though unseen in arms are but sewn
Why many others too, are but lonesome lone!