I PICKED A FLOWER

i picked a flower from a bush
and I loved it so
put it in a vase next to my bed
but how was I to know

that the flower cried for its bush
that the bush cried for its flower
but how was I to know
that the flower would die in an hour

the flower withered away
and I put it inside my book
because I loved the flower so
but how was I to know

that the flower gasped for breath
that it was facing death
but how was I to know
that the flower so badly wanted to go

and I kept the flower close to me
so that every day I could see
but how was I know
that the flower that I had loved so
had always hated me
that there was pain I coulnt see
and how was I to know?
SIMI
well this is something i wrote ..sometime back
and i love it