Bloom

 A broken flower knows how to bloom, then why don't you?

Plucked and broken,

Separated from its roots.

Harmed and murdered,

For a human smile,

A flower lost its life.

Wasn't it's fault!

Its fault was shining bright,

Attracting your eyesight.

Blooming,

Inviting all butterflies,

Across the sphere.

And then plucked by a human,

Lossing, it's breathe,

Having no regrets.

After sometime,

It will fade away,

Its dry petals will say.

Leaving this earth,

Reaching almighty's door,

Will rebirth again,

As a new living being

And will bloom again!

Life is a circle 

Happiness comes with sadness

Regret comes with healing

And blooming!

©Muskansuman

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