FLOWERS HAVE DIED IN GARDENS (A POEM)

Flowers have died in gardens

And progressively in men’s hearts;

Bees and butterflies are confused

Where to visit for sweet nectar!

All is a wasteland laid bare

With no rain and philanthropy!

With so much beauty at stake,

None has concern for events

Of monumental significance!

If salt loses its pristine savor

Or milk of human kindness dries up,

Whither dost one go for sustenance!