A man plucked a lily, bright and pink,

Swinging in elation, from a garden.

He amputated it to inhale its fragrance.

But did he experience its sublime elegance.

Slow-witted fellow! When do you realize?

Elegance is cherished beholding things at their pose.

Possessive drive but thrives violence and brutality;

Protective intent fosters harmony and fertility.

O Thickheaded men! When do you feel?

Innocence is scapegoated, virginity ravished,

When the lily is plucked.

By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa

From: Nepal