Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
One flower was raised in a garden
with endless care, water and manure adequate.
Another grew up in midst of dust,
where love, light and life fail to penetrate.
The first one grew healthy and rich,
all praised its beauty.
No one in this world understood
the second one’s poverty.
The first one ornamented itself
ignoring other’s sacrifice.
The second one thought for the deprived,
hence became unwise.
The first one enjoyed up to the brim
pelf, power and position.
The second one was hung by neck till death
when first day light appeared at dawn.
© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Farah N Huq from Dhaka, Bangladesh on May 05, 2020:
Life is not perfect for all, is it? A sad reality. Loved the poem!
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 04, 2020:
Interesting analogy of humans to flowers. Sad for the one in poverty to never know a good life.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on May 04, 2020:
Interesting comparison and perspective. Nice poem.