I bloom early in the morning
Soaring my fragrance in the air
I’m only plucked for earning
and no one for me to care
Everyday I bloom with a hope
That I would not again be in a shop
Butterflies would flutter around me in glee
But again I’m cut before I could flee.
Money, money, money
Does my Life have no worth before some penny
Hey God, why have you made me mute?
My voice remains unreached even after I shout out
My life is similar to that of a human girl
But there is an only thing that makes us dissimilar
She takes birth with a body of flesh and blood
And I bloom from a bud…