The fallen wild flower

While I was waiting for the bus
I took notice of this flower
Which fell from the tree named fire of the forest
The tree stood infront of my school
And it seems to be its blooming time
Flowers fall everyday since its lifespan is too short
And it's the way of nature
What about human beings?
Though he/she lives long
They die everyday
Because of injustices....
It is not the nature but the human creature
Who does all the unfairness...
The fallen wild flower withers
Its petals shrink
It fades away
And nobody cares at all.
I too may fall
But unlike the wilting flower
I will rise again
And before I leave the place
I will leave some marks behind me.

The future will tell you
That i lived here once
My students will tell you
That they never wanted me to leave them
The people around me
Are good source of power.

Then from where injustice come?
All I can say its from 'above'
Dont be mistaken, its not God
It is those who tries to rule
But whatever happens I will cherish
Because that too is an experience...
Oh... Wildflower you are never abandoned
I am here to hold you
Not in palms but in my heart.❤️