Stop Atrocity On Flowers

a poem by Jayati

Wreak Havoc!
Start very clean, thick and thin
Beautiful scene need to win. Honestly
it’s not a sin.
However
the cynics, forever complain
If not this, it’s something else.
Where are the perfumes from the flowers gone?
Looking beautiful, attractive in form.
Thanks to the research and development
Microbiology and gene manipulation.
They are prettier, nor for or against
There should be – a space to rest.
Floral world fauna flatter fawn.
Disappointment? Business reign
Man and gain. Horticulture,
exhibition. Society ladies
special creations.
Coquette dainties
present
pleasant
Perfumeries. Each
Beauty a performance.
Smelling like a flower
artificial scents. Spring,
frog-prince, out of well.
Market place buy, sell.
Dual purpose. Passing
flower shop; eyeing colourful;
Gone are the days gone with the wind.
Whiff in the air sniff couldn’t. Done away
essence natural fragrance, floral life a longer sustenance.
No smell in flowers mere mute objects. Magnificent redolence,
memory lanes. Nostalgic search all in vain. We in hurts and our pains;
Iota of guilt? Lackadaisical response. Fleshy petal rest, only reminiscent.
Monster profits, lax human precious perfume plunder, convenient
preservation.