Three blood red roses bloomed
I saw them through the window
One gone when I tried to have another glimpse
By the evening there was only one smiling
I prayed to see it again in the morning
To my happiness it has survived the night
But as the sun went up no rose in the sight
Nor the wind or the sun stole them
It were humans who love beautiful things
And plucked them in admiration!
“It really breaks my heart whenever I see people plucking flowers. How I wish if they could have seen a few more sunrises or maybe smiled for a few more hours!”
© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] .