I Know, What For This Flower Blooms Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I know, what for this flower blooms in the morning. Flower is flower, what is there in name and why are you asking the name?
Give any name if you so wish.
But this flower has not won my mind and heart- not a fact.
Look, look, the soul of this flower is in deep and calling me, dear.
I know, this flower sings in breeze on earth. This flower sings when the river overflows. But no chance to keep the flower intact and I am unable to call it mine. But see this flower is flowing in my veins.

I am learning how horripilation the pain is from this flower in the quicksand of time.