The little flower

First part of the series of my conversation with the little flower.... why is there so much divide

Strolling in the park, I stood there to notice something,

A little flower was struggling to come out of the seed,

I sat in front of it and asked "why he wanted to come out of it?"

He said he wanted to be a part of this world,

I told him that the world is not a beautiful place to live in,

You are lucky that you are just a little flower,

Lest you be killed even before you are born,

They name this killing as abortion,

They will test your gender,

Male or female, they will attach a label,

If you are female then chances of abortion are higher,

Even if you manage to survive,

Then there will be religious divide,

Or they will divide you by your color,

The little flower looked surprised and asked me why?

They say there are different Gods,

He asked if I had seen any of them,

I said even I am searching of him day and night,

But still unable to find his sight,

Then they will divide you by your region,

You will be called American, European, Australian, African or Asian,

They will then divide you in their countries,

The division will continue till you forget your real identity,

He asked "Why is it so?"

I replied "For the reason only they know"

Our conversation took a break,

As I noticed fear in his eyes,

But there was more to come,

But I stopped for a while.

Reviews

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A brutal bitter truth of extreme earth is exposed here...this imaginary conversation is just compelling to think for a bit...how wonderfully someone loses their identity of soul and gets divided into such worldly divisions!!
Thoughts conveyed here blew my mind...great read...thanks for sharing such brave!

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Thanks a lot for your kind words :)

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Wc😊...!!!

[Chloe Grant]

This is absolutely gorgeous. I love the metaphors and every single word in this poem, how it's so thought out. It's amazing. Great job!

[CA Anurag Sharma]

I appreciate your kind feedback on this...Thank you