When I see a flower, it says something to me,
something I can't hear from given ears.
When I smell the flower, it whispers something to me,
those beautiful words I could somehow perceive.
When I start plucking it's petals, strangely it never complaint to me,
perhaps now each petal starts saying something.
When I see a flower, it says something to me,
the words of beauty,
something I can't..........................
because not even the flower had a given tongue.
Rishabh Bhatia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flower-16/
