Under Feet

Under feet Beauty is everywhere In nature In mother earth And in beautiful death too The death is taken as last refuge In earth with earning of name so huge People shed tears after departure They curse the death for early attempt to retire We have defined wrongly And accept it not smilingly We watch at flowers and try to crush But never care and try to make it look still fresh The child is another medium Where you have entertainment maximum The smile comes out with broken words You shall feel like to die with blow from sword Is beauty not meant for preservation? Instead expose it for molestation Put to shame and ruthlessly crush under feet Rather than taking more care and openly greet We know it and try to adhere We take precaution and express fear But alas! Not all people are class conscious They pluck it see it happen under very nose