TALES THE FLOWERS TELL

Oh Almighty! Another new day that you have bestowed
And here I am in front of you with hands held out in prayer
My offering today is just a prayer sans the flowers
Which otherwise adorn your idol daily
Pardon me for this, but let me narrate what caused this.
I went out to the garden to get some flowers
My offering which I make to you without fail every day
But what moved my heart will surely melt yours too,
The jasmine creeper in all its bloom cried out to me thus
“O ye, stop there! We are just a few hours old and yet to taste
The love of our mother completely, Don’t you dare separate us from her!”
And I stopped and moved ahead to the fragrant rose which spake thus:
“You of the benevolent human race, who is known for achievements rare
Born in the land of the Buddha.
Where has all that natural sympathy and humanity vanished?
That you are out here today to mercilessly uproot us and see us wilt.”
Having no heart or the courage to proceed further
I retraced my steps to your abode
With the most humble offer – MY PRAYER knowing well this is ALL THAT I CAN OFFER AND STILL NOT HARM THIS BEAUTIFUL CREATION OF YOURS.