Atrocity on Flowers

a poem by Jayati

Start very clean, thick and thin.
Wreak Havoc! 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
Feel their 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 performances.
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, the precious plunder.
Convenient preservation.