a favor to a flower

O little flower
why no whine or whimper
when i plucked you from your mother

why whine or whimper
when chosen by you to adorn your lover
said the the little flower

have i not killed you little flower
while plucking you from your mother
i ask the flower

yes you did murder
when you plucked me from my mother
have i not become your love now to adorn your lover

as this love to your lover
i know i will last here longer
by not letting me wither..you only did me a favor

nimal dunuhinga
Is it another flower for your cane basket? Anyway very sweet & fragrant!

RAJ NANDY
True , a sweet poem indeed ! -Raj

Sandra Martyres
Plucking a a little flower to adorn your lover...sweet poem