She Plucked a Flower

They say
if you love a flower
don’t pluck it
for it will die,

so water it
and let it grow,

but if i were the flower
i’d say –
pluck me
take me home
put me in your vase,

i will surely die
as they had predicted,

but i would have died
anyways,
forgotten
and alone
till toppled
by the wind,

but atleast
this way
i will die
happy and content,
with you in my eyes
till my very
last breath,

and my soul
will be freed
with that
one last touch
of your gentle fingers,
as they pick
the remains
to empty the vase.

© vidursahdev 2021