On a wintry morn, just for a lark, <br />I went for a morning walk. <br />All of a sudden I spotted roses bloom. <br />I stood spellbound watching the hues <br />And had my daily talk with God, <br />And said out aloud, Lord <br />How do you do it? <br />While we hassled, sit <br />And moan about life being dreary <br />At the end of the day when we are weary. <br /> <br />As I walked past flower beds, <br />In colors- pink, white, violet and red. <br />Poppy, Calendula, Pansy, Flox <br />Their smiling upturned faces seem to mock. <br />They will die in a day or two, <br />I thought as I saw the petals covered with dew. <br />They just bloom unaware of their beauty, <br />Has God sent them to fulfill a duty? <br /> <br />I wonder why we pluck flowers, <br />And put them in vases. <br />They belong here <br />In the flower beds, where <br />All can bask in their beauty <br />And forget about their chores and duty.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-in-the-park-4/
