Selfless

Though we might give our 100% to people around us making us hollow inside. But what breaks us is when no one appreciates it.

Whenever she blossomed
A new flower.
She would willingly allow everyone to
crush it for its fragrance,
As their happiness was much more than hers.
And she was left with nothing
But a broken herself.

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

The entire poem is a feeling, a feeling of sacrifice. In everyday life, there are many people similar to the protagonist of this poem. They crushed themselves for others happiness and smear the incense all around. They just left with sans. Very good. Keep it up.😊😊