Beguiler sacrifice
Be it birthday , anniversary or mourning,It is flowers that bear cost on their livesEvery such occasion they shed their lives!Ignorantly we murder to get shortlived smilesIgnoring humble obeisances, unseen tear beguilesSacrifices 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, …