In a vase a flower was growing,
A strong wind across it blowing,
A worm in that vase soil was ploughing,
Her eggs in that soil had been growing.

One day roots of the flowers tried to *** out of the soil,
And in that vase upcoming was a turmoil,
To help its eggs the worm started to toil,
And in these situation sufferred all in the soil.

Roots were just selfish and cared for none,
Damage they were trying to do were unable to be frgvn,
But by the flower at that tym a decision wise was done,
Staring straight was it at the sun.

It started attracting the people around,
Decision was painful but no utter of a sound,
Then a Florist came, his hands on it mound,
He plucked the flower, a leaf crying as it fell on the ground.

This is an analogy of the world we live in today,
Roots of the nation exploit it but, against them a word, no one says,
Many flowers still lose their lives everyday,
But Untold sacrifices are always kept at bay .