Today I saw a brilliant red flower
Crushed under the wheels of a car.
It lay afterward, sprawled on the road,
Its floral entrails hideously exposed.
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When art and beauty die the world is deprived of a culture.. I too shed tears for the mangled flower in your poem.. Let there be more flowers blooming.
The crushing wheels whizzed past, unmindful of the damage done. The silent pain died down without even a whimper! This often happens in the case of humans! Cruel are the ways of the world and it is insensitive to others' pain! A remarkable write and a10 for its disciplined diction!