Man is the flower of nature
Who blossoms against all odds.
Facing the hardships of rough weather.
From a nascent bud to complete flower
It passes through different stages.
And reaches the stage of perfume shower.
It offers beauty to visual sense
And then offers perfume to the hands
Who pluck and refresh those who are tense.
So should be the man
When living his existence must bring ease
And after death we like him as sane.
By Mohammad Ibrahim