Roadside petals bloomed with glory
Amidst the dust and tyranny,
Swallowing harshness of each driving by
Yet smiling gaily for the needy.
Solitary, standing tall,
Hidden in façade, a melancholic beauty.
My instinctive pity provoked me
To neither pluck nor abandon.
I watered it and left it on its quest,
To paint a picture with all its colour
For those like me,
Whose life longs for a little beauty.