1996-0000 Poem ‘The Flowers’ by Alla Kulkarni

There are places troubled and poor in the whole world
Where people cry for our help but nobody would like to go
And only suddenly fair like a message of God
Among those poor grounds beautiful flowers grow.

Flowers don't know the bad and good
Prestige and comforts they don't know
In every country and every neighbourhood
On stones and on sands the Flowers grow.

But people like to create and compare brands
And then according to taste they make divisions
And so they turned the earth into separate lands
And so they turned the truth into separate religions

But Flowers don't know the bad and good,
Prestige and comforts they don't know,
In every country and every neighbourhood
On stones and on sands the Flowers grow.

And if we go all out and listen to our heart
We'll see that each person around is like our sister or brother
We will feel that the earth is the whole and we're only a part
And so we should not judge, but we should enjoy each other

For Flowers don't know the bad and good,
Prestige and comforts they don't know,
They grow in every country and every neighbourhood
And lets wish that in our hearts these Flowers grow.