The Delicacy of a flower..
The delicacy of a flower proves its innocence and gentleness the delicacy of a heart proves its kindness. But in the world of foxes feelings are in the boxes people pluck the flowers and show their cold-heartedness When a heart breaks into pieces no one beside stands the delicacy of a flower no one understands. No more unity no more humanity no more delicacy be it a town or city. Flower out there in a row crying badly under a dark room no one is there to hear Oh! poor delicate flower I am here to hear you I’m soft, “Oh! dear you”.