about a flower

From root

Between leaves,
between thoughts,
sat a single flower
-it lived only for a few hours.
Yet in those few hours,
it did live life,
until it was moved by force,
from that which gave it life.
And in its time of life,
atrocities were none,
ubiquitous were its brothers,
who among the myriad leaf,
sang ,till day,
all through the night,
as if they would never die.
And when they all were taken away,
from their lap of its life,
they did bare a scent,
one fresh and magnificent.
And till the scent spread,
they were honoured.
And then as that too left,
nothing of them was felt,
and to the soil they went,
to be buried-
they became carcass,
to fuel the tree,
on which they were born free.

Yet even if for a few hours,
nothing matters but self,
for individualism is not a mistake,
but for living’s sake.
And while the scent may go,
and their beauty may burn,
they held life,for flaunting,
and for that sake died,
but it was not a martyr death,
but one where,its value was felt.
Though by now,it is all long past,
it shows that life’s value is till it lasts,
and so in that,we need to live,
and try to see what is beyond the tree,
and the sense of detached belonging,
gives life a sense of being free,
for freedom is knowing,
what we are and not doing nothing.
Presence is to be felt,
and belief in self,
if the best wealth,
for all storms can do is break a petal
and all drought can do is kill.
Our scents may last forever,
or till dawn,
but life is such that our fawn
will help,even when we are gone-
for what we do is to build a tree,
one which we call humanity,
for that sake,let us do our duty,
that is to create and metamorphose,
and leave behind a stronger base.

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Is this humanity?

Is this humanity?
While very few see the day as bright,
a lot more can’t even cry,because of their plight.
try as they might,
they cannot keep on with the fight.

Whose fault is it that they were born?
whose fault is it that whatever they do is wrong?
Whose fault is it that by seeing them we say we have lost?
whose fault is it that they exist,even though they are ignored?
Why will good spirits,bring happy times,
when just to live,you have to engage in crimes.

For what?
All for currency,
something called money.
let it be called yen,rupee,dollar or pound,
let it be measured in kilos,grams or pounds,
it seems that we will be at peace
filled with harmony,
if lust had never been exchanged for money.

Why did we push a few,
why did we say with contentment
“the strongest survive”?
Why,why did we do that which we wish we had never done?
Why did we ask for this,to be so?
Why are we the ones to inherit a planet in strife,
why,why who gave us this life?

whatever maybe,while we think that out,
let us not leave our fellows out.
No religion can stop you,if you will,
no caste can stop you if you will,
nothing for that matter can stop you,
just get out and do what you have to do,
no don’t kill them,
for after all resources are capital in disguise
and if we invest ,our wealth too will rise.

So go and save a few,
if you can, say “the world is for you too”,
but if that is tough,
just don’t get rough,
live and let live,
but the best is to
change the world with your will.