Flowers

 Flowers

But learn this custom from the flower : silence your tongue.

Life is not all gloom

As there are flower that smile

Take a little pause

Cherish their fragrance for a while

Some life are like flower

When crushed they leave a fragrance

Children are born like a bud

Blooming into a flower with innocence.

They cherish the sun and rain

Like a soldier brave

They can decorate a temple

Or they can smile on the grave.

They grow on wild bushes

also as a rose amidst the thorn

Each day a bud appears

And a new flower of hope is born. 

Learn from the ever giving flower

As it blooms which ever the season

It smiles where ever planted

And it keeps smiling without a reason.

Vasant Khisty

Flowers are like stationery butterfly always making this world beautiful. They have their destiny too. Some whiter and fall to be blown by the wind and some are used in temples and some one graves.