A poetic exchange where flowers lament human indifference, urging appreciation for nature’s gifts, amidst the chaos of daily life.
One day, I visited,
My garden’s green.
Bored of this,
Soul-less worldly scene.
I caught the flowers play,
Dancing to rhythmic sway.
Liberated as a bird,
From the golden cage.
Just then a jasmine bud,
Raised a complaint:
You humans are
Selfish, indifferent,
Ungrateful to Him,
Who everything grants.
We are created
For your pleasure,
But to accompany us,
You have no leisure.
How sad:
Your case.
You deserve
No praise.
Our fragrance:
For you to inhale.
We dance:
For your hearts thrill.
Too busy to heed,
Too lost in the bread.
Hey, silly man!
“To the Lord’s favors,
You are mean!”
Inspired by the Quranic verse : “O Man! What has seduced you from your Lord, the Most Generous” (82:6)
Notes
greedy spree: The present materialistic lifestyle
Oct 10, 2004
