Abode Of Flowers

Time is drawing near for me
To return to my abode of flowers
From where I was sent here
With some fragrance in my breaths.

But soon I lost myself in the crowd,
Became faceless like many others,
Getting tuned to the jingle of coins,
Forgot the music of my own songs.

Only thing that mattered to me
Was my place in the racing herd,
I kept puffing my way forward
Only to stumble and fall aside.

On hitting the ground I found again
The long forgotten scent of grass,
It tickled and woke up the flowers
Which were dormant in my heart.

They are now urging me to return
To the place where I really belong,
Leaving behind some seeds of flowers,
Humming happily a merry song.

© Poet Desh