Flowers

Flowers, Flowers are you listening?

I think I am also like you.

We both are God's children

being plucked and planted now and then.

People want us because we look beautiful

and expect us to be very dutiful.

Of different colours, shapes and sizes,

they want us to fit in their advices.

They are so fond of our fragrance,

but never find out the reason of our arrogance.

Mere thought of change of seasons make us feel sick

as we will wither away never to bloom on a stick.

Are we mere puppets in their hands?

And have no feelings and stand.

We do want to laugh, we do want to play

but only if one is ready to 

listen and understand,

then only we can say.

Please listen us, understand us

and let our feelings bloom

in a special place and that is your heart.