As I look upon the flowers
I was reminded of life
A life that never asked when and how
it will come to be...
But when it comes
We tend to control it
From every joy and happiness
From every sweet and pleasant rest
We were angry when life can't bring
us money
We tied our life with financial slavery
With the dictate of our needs
We even forgot how it gives
How it gives hope for every day
Which we often didn't see
Why we let not the life grow the way it
should be
Like flowers on my wayside
It never follows the line
It creates its own design
It never fears to grow out of line
When the sweetness breaths like wine
Oh life so deary...
How will you see your own beauty
When the world blinded you with vainglory
How will you smile when your heart is full of worry
Until when you will be free?
When your day will end your way?
Why still you been on earth so silly
When are flowers far better than, a moving prey?
©lineshaker
L