Flower On The Road

By Arpit Vyas

It blooms as if it's the best thing in the world

If there's any better

It's simply not concerned

A flower on the road

With no concept of yesterday

Or the day before

It blooms with no thought of better or worse

Doesn't compare itself

To a Lotus or a Rose

A flower on the road

It can be trampled by a horse

Or by men on the hunt for gold

Yet it blooms with all its might

Looks at the Sun until the last light

A flower on the road

Blooms as if it knows about its short life

No desire to be praised or to be liked

Just playing its role in the heavenly sight

And it just blooms with all its might

A flower on the road.

By Arpit Vyas