BATTLES OF BOUQUET AND BOOKS!

Flowers with myriad hue

Always makes us jovial

When It started to fester

Only to increase the fertility of soil nature's floor in rapture

Though the obituary of flower being alone crafted by nature

Where the ephemeral grandeur obliterated by its existence in quick departure

But it enables plants to thrive more in future with vigor

Only to ensure its continuity with unique flavor!

Our tendency being designed by nature

Where we carry bouquet to satiate our fraternity with amicable gesture

It has become our attribute

To offer bouquet, whether in nuptial, felicitation or demise with grand tribute

But how can we forget

The reflection we receive from nature makes indelible mark in our mindset?

It is we who admire colors

Which nature bestow to navigate our trait and statures

But we human having a sense beyond reflection

Which alone can script our received reflection in innovative inscription

From where we derive our distinct design

Books we eventually invent to translate our wisdom in the passage of time

Thus human civilization progressed with grand triumph and jubilation

Only to prove human beings are only entitled to be accepted as supreme and champion

To overbear nature by continuously striving

Our attire alone bears the testimony we are continuously fighting against nature

To only establish we are truly supreme to justify our nomenclature!

Flowers when drop from tree

It loses all its glamour and natural glee

Flowers with myriad hue and amazing appraisal

Always makes us jovial

We are delighted by our visual treat

How could we envisage our eyes are too nature's unique gift?

To soothe our souls

Nature's inherent music makes indelible impact to our hearts in manifold

Truly the bounty nature endow to us

Enables us to refresh our mind in chorus!

But books are purely human endeavor

Which is the only tool to evolve our prosperity

Alas! we are now tending not to express our solidarity

Which alone is the only friend to give delight to us perpetually

Even when we are in a state of solitary

We are nowadays not fatigued to carry bouquet

Whether in fanciful ceremony or in plaintive company

Discarding books and accepting floral tribute has become our ornamental trait

Which only bears our emotional attribute in haste

When we know that emotions cause only riot to our reasons

Still I wonder, how we are forced to be arrested in nature's treason

Where our ability to think are being eclipsed

How could we indulged to be carried away by nature's deceiving trick?

Becoming numb and follow nature's whims blindly

We are unknowingly beckoning our own jeopardy

Only to facilitate our ruin

Centuries long civilization will turn into relic, not bothering our conscious endeavor and dreams!

Wink of an eye we will be perpetually decimated by nature's intriguing trick

What a mystic blow

From big bang to black hole only restrict our natural flow

No Colosseum, no museum will eventually exist

To represent our acumen as supreme in this planet

Devastation and destruction we human alone can ensure

To script our glory as well gory in nature's floor!