In dark or in light, flowers are crushed…
Trodden and extracted by the monsters of lust.
No gratitude, no humanity for the flowers so little,
What makes them so vile? It’s still a riddle.
Innocent flowers… So easily they trust,
Get trapped among them, chastened with thrust.
The fiery black hands block their painful screams,
Quietly exploiting and tearing the delicate seam.
The black masked monsters blows off the candle,
The pained soul shivering, carving for a cradle.
But no one responds to the burnt-shattered cries,
Laying there on the cold ground, her dreams and hopes die.
Like a glimmer appears the angel of death by her side,
Caressing her wounds, mourning on her stolen pride.
On observing the inhuman practises on earth-
Decides the Angel of Death…
Death promises to take her to a safe place and painlessly takes away her breath.
Life v death…
It had become a difficult choice now.. Where ate we leading !!
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Wherever we wish to be with our conscious mind.
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Self consciousness… I think that’s the only thing required!!
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Yes. 😇😇😇😇
How are u now?
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Better, will be discharged soon…
May be this weekend
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Great!
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And you?
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I have catch cold and fever is at its peak. 😃 Otherwise I am cool! 😎
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What??? Fever at its peak… With cold but still you are cool.. How can this be possible ?? Pls pls tc
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Yeahhh I will… U too. 😇
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Sure !!
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😇😊
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🙂 🙂
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That is developing our soul
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Yeah absolutely.
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These wretched monsters of lust, turning pretty flowers to dust !
Damn, what a powerful poem ! Blown away by the truth and honest portrayal of reality.
Death seems like a friend to the victims and that is the sad truth, isn’t it ?
If only only instead of death, humans realize they have the power to do more,
not wait until it’s too late, and not leave it upto fate 😦
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Exactly. If humans learn to help and keep their narrow thoughts out of the track… Life would definitely be beautiful for the victims of fate.
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Very deep real thoughts…of real situations of life..
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Yep. 😊
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Powerful poem Tanushree. But flower shouldn’t embrace the death rather use thorns to harm the monster. Why always flowers are only victims?
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Because humans have learnt to pluck them and not keep them alive in their state.
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*in their natural state
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Shall we not start teaching human beings to be gardeners and not monsters? Flowers are the most beautiful creations of the nature.
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They are. And yes… Hoping for a better future.
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Very appropriate and powerful Tanushree!
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Thank you. 😃
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That pic =/
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😄
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Powerful! But why should death be the saving grace for the flower?
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That’s the whole idea of it.
People are becoming more inhuman and selfish. And death not a part of the human race was stunned to see the evil practises on earth. No one consoled her, no one brought her help or any cover. Death mourned for her and promised her to take to a safe place. Death projects no power on the surface of earth and thus takes her away along to a place when death can keep an eye her, protect her.
Death is not a villain. U need to understand that.
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That’s an interesting viewpoint for sure. Not taking death as a villain, but why can’t life do the same? I mean not every human being is so insensitive or selfish or inhuman as to not understand the plight of the victim. There’s hope there too, right.
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True. U r not wrong, nor am I…. Our thoughts are just different.
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As in, agree to disagree. Ha ha.
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No problem!
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