A FLOWER

A flower

P K Routray

A flower is the quintessence of bliss and beauty,

It remains the same to a genius or to a crazy.

It does not grumble if it is cherished by a poet or crushed by a beast,

Its fragrance and beauty do not seem to alter either in the hands of a prostitute or a priest.

From it a saint derives pleasure so also a sinner,

Compared to we, the God’s smart creatures, is a flower stupid or wiser?

In fact it helps the creator in His process of evolution,

and then helps in nourishing His Creation.

But silently serving with freshness and smile it has to wither,

Being the best in creation, where are we? Can we find an answer?