TURN BACK AND SEE

Can you see a flower crushed and dried?

It's none else other than me.

You know what-

I was a flower when reached your hands

Bearing the pain of detachment from the plant

You put fragrance on it

Promised to keep it safe in your book

You gave a ray of hope

Sprinkled water on it

And gave life to it

Few days you turned the pages

Just to see the beauty of it

Then you turned the pages

Just to enjoy the beauty of it

Didn't you know that there is thorns in the stalk

It pricked only when it felt unsafe

You stopped seeing the beauty

Started seeing only the thorns

You crushed and dried me

And threw me at a lonely place

Just turn back and see

You will see the crushed dry flower

Seeking your hand still with a smile.