White Flowers Poem by Pushkar Bisht

White flowers
Are still shining
Like day
In the dark.

Where the street-light
Scatters its bright ray of light
On these white flowers.

The expect nothing
But love from us
Because it seems to be
As if they want no water.

One by one
I pick up the fallen flowers
All of them in my palm
To see their natural beauty.

Each one of them
Like a dropp of snow
That gives the beauty
To the world
Sprinkle their fragrance
In all directions.