It was a chilly and a rainy day
I was looking out of my window
My eyes suddenly saw a beautiful thing which was
at the ocean bay...
It was as pretty as a rose and pink as a lotus..
But still it was treated as a negro
People came across it but no one cared
for it..
Some people crushed it with their shoes so someone ignored.
But then also it was pretending to be happy
And the expectation that someone will come to
take it with him was on..
And then there came a high wave
and the lonely flower was gone..