An Wild Flower. Poem by subham roy

I am a flower
born in the roof of an old tower
people tell I am wild
but I am only a child
Tourists come to see this fort
To see the great kings court
I remain watching them
But they never watch me
They ignore me
To insult me
The local children play here
And my friends experience a nightmare
During night when all seems bright
I sing my song in the moon light
Every night I blossom and every night I fade
Spend the blazing day waiting for the cold shade
Sometimes I get plenty water
Sometimes I burn like a heater
life goes on like this
And remain as it is
Tourists come and go as
The seasons come and pass
No one remembers me
Because no ever watches me
Only parrots, sparrows and other birds
Sit beside me to feel admires
Their language unknown
And the companion silent as stone
For we cannot speak
And they can only squeak
The wind blows over my head
And cool calm air spread
It gives me a moment of relief
And increases my faith in Gods belief
But my sorrow always lies in there
That for me the humans do not care
They love those flower
Whose hearts are sour
These flowers feel proud
to stand upright in front of the crowd
For this they have to pay the price
They can only live for a month or twice
Then again new plants grow on that land
Giving example of the shifting sand
I remain standing here as I am
Because
I am a flower
born in the roof of an old tower.