When I see a flower, it says something to me, <br />something I can't hear from given ears. <br /> <br />When I smell the flower, it whispers something to me, <br />those beautiful words I could somehow perceive. <br /> <br />When I start plucking it's petals, strangely it never complaint to me, <br />perhaps now each petal starts saying something. <br /> <br />When I see a flower, it says something to me, <br />the words of beauty, <br />something I can't.......................... <br />because not even the flower had a given tongue.<br /><br />Rishabh Bhatia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flower-16/
