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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Birth, Pain, Love, Happiness, Sacrifice and Death-A Life Quoted</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Penning down the fantasy, <br>From the land with mortals as scarcity, <br>Every frame having its liberty, <br>Where no word is struck with sterility.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The verse depicting a prose, <br>As in the clouds the sun rose, <br>Earning the smile of every earthly rose, <br>And going to touch Lord’s toes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A flower was born out of the soil, <br>Where others were in turmoil, <br>Beauty of love it had in its essence coil, <br>Budding out it was juvenile.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grew it on every ray of light, <br>But the days were not full of delight, <br>The clouds and the floods came into its sight, <br>And it slept every day as if it was a night.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Faded were the colors, <br>Days it lived like counting numbers, <br>But there is a God who never slumbers, <br>For the life of a child He played like a gambler.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sent He a gardener with His smile, <br>Who never left that flower for a single while, <br>Who would bring the showers from the flooding Nile, <br>Who gave the flower a new color and went away as He's agile.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gardener being God, <br>Sent by the Lord, <br>Was the only reason for the flower to make a nod, <br>Made with the flower a life bond.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nurtured he the flower and its roots to the earth, <br>Never let the flower move away from mirth, <br>Everytime he touched it gave a new birth, <br>And the flower died every night in his memory when he returnest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The gardener had to do his service, <br>This was too known to the flower’s nervous, <br>Told it to him, it was thrown in a circus, <br>But he never completely acknowledged its reverence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">God was the supporter to the shining flower, <br>Which showed like a bright star, <br>The gardener’s pain was its scar, <br>And his hand was its power.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Flowers cursed by the Satan, <br>To live until the autumn, <br>But gifted by the God’s solemn, <br>To live ever after, by the aroma, in men.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=546931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Said the flower to his Almighty, <br>“Crush me under your bare feet”, <br>Replied the planter to his child, <br>“You are my child from the bosom<br>And I would melt myself in the guilt.”<br>The flower with a pearl in its eye and a smile in the sun, <br>“The colors of my life, the water in my roots, <br>The food in my shoots, <br>Are no a pleasure of Him or the earth’s loots, <br>But of your might.<br>I would get my heavenly abode under your feet, <br>By serving my God who gave me my colors, <br>And my fragrance would keep you in my Light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Aashish+Kalra">Aashish Kalra</a></strong></div>