A flower of discontent grows in my heart
Thrives the heat of jealousy and agony
of people watching it grow
No dew settles on its petals to add to its beauty
But tears rolling down my cheek
Ends there
It sees a world emptied of values and morals
Listens their empty words
When sunlights fall
Making it blossom
They come breathing heavy
And Ask for fragrance
Enjoy its beauty
When satisfied they
Pluck it, throw it
Nature's law it is
Life learns to survive
This flower is nurturing itself
In sheer seclusion
The Orchard of my soul
Untouched, Unharmed by their presence
Thrives the heat of jealousy and agony
of people watching it grow
No dew settles on its petals to add to its beauty
But tears rolling down my cheek
Ends there
It sees a world emptied of values and morals
Listens their empty words
When sunlights fall
Making it blossom
They come breathing heavy
And Ask for fragrance
Enjoy its beauty
When satisfied they
Pluck it, throw it
Nature's law it is
Life learns to survive
This flower is nurturing itself
In sheer seclusion
The Orchard of my soul
Untouched, Unharmed by their presence
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