Let the bud be a flower

Judge me if you like listening lies
Judge me if you fear those kites

These kites will fight in an appropriate season
These kites will fight with a aimfull reason.

I will never stop you from pleasing your inner self,
But I will stop you from teasing the girl who has just turned twelve.

You bury every soul which believes in humans
You ripped those buds which had rumen.

Doesn't your heart beats harder,
When you pluck that bud which a gardner owns.

Doesn't your heart pounds out,
When you touch that bud all over making her mourn.

Doesn't your soul aches,
When you breaks into the Bud's receptacles.

Why didn't you died,
When the Bud shed blood and only cried.

And here we,
busy telling ourselves a lie
Because we owed that bud some mud,
And that mud some humanity.

Truth aches our hearts forever because
It's not the bud who needed to shy.
But it's the plucker who deserved to die.
And our judgements which needed to hide.

That bud doesn't demands our truth anymore
Now it just needs a smile of hope.
And some time to glow,
So that she can make her Gardner proud,
and turn herself into a flower who always wished to survive.

-VibhaSharma❤️.