let the flower bloom

dew drops on the flower you are so dear to me
your dropping down to my cheek
and then slowly going into the soil by the grass
you look so pure so gentle to me
will you not tell me the secret
to your existence
why you were chosen and not your friend?
why your brother failed and you survived
did he not wish as much as you did
did he not try harder
did he not pray
did he not cry
did he not say
let the flower bloom

when it's the beginning of the day we see the dew drops and caress the flower,run through the dark grass and fiddle riddle with the the tender leaves.......which do we choose the most beautiful one or the ugly one or the cutest one?one that appeals to us not more than our eyes desire.defined are our conscience and the words we say but unknown are the reasons.the flower which blooms hasn't it gone through a variety of season change and varied wind directions.....it is put to test and it survives. but what if he who knows as much is not selected.....what if he is not given a turn......what if the seed had not got the soil. there are many unfortunate souls we know but what has to be done?nothing just cry with them and party with them.selfishness to it's own debt.you care not fr the unfortunate but what if you are one.....you care for yourself and take merely any time to start all fresh the things  you need to do to fare well.but if you do no get the chance?let the flower bloom.if the flower has promised to behave itself  and be a part of the plant what have you got to do against it.it will thrive give it 'let the flower bloom'.