Sorrow Of Flower Poem by V P Mahur

God asked me my wish
And I wished to be a flower
So that I can spread joy with
Colours and fragrant shower

I thought man will be benefited
With my delightful bower
But it could not be like that
For man misused my power

Sometimes he cheats the gods
Offering flowers of falsehood
Sometimes he mocks the fate
Offering tributes like a shrewd

Every gift of mother Nature
Is for him just a simple joke
He wants to change destiny
Up and doing round the clock