The Dead Petals

Why I the most beautiful flower on earth Weep like a crocodile, when I shed My petals and get slowly dried up I should not have regretted ,but enjoyed the petal falling. I should have known , every king on earth Even the mightiest emperor Pass away, if not done away with He is ignored by his subjects and family. Though a fragile flower of the garden I taught the many visitors What I had learnt the previous night From the starry sky and its beauty. I taught my visitors: butterflies, and other flies, The need of mutual help to live life fully, While they were entertained by my luster They were also fed by the nectar of my calyx. Though I am sad when petals return to earth I am convinced, as a fruit I have to grow To do justice to my plant family I am here to live in another form. Sweet scented and lustrous petals of mine. They give the lesson also of fleeting glory And many more morals I do teach Not to lament the turning point in life. S.K. (27-04-2009)