The Maiden

Right after the sun shines

The maiden goes out

To pick flowers from her garden

As she walks through

She sees colored undergrowths

Creeping along the grounds

She continues to walk

Until she stops at center

Of her semicircular paradise

To have a good look

Of flowers in front of her sight

She got confused

Which one will she pick

That flower on her left

Or this flower on her right?

The left was elegant in form

The right has rather simple in structure

The left was the handsomest

While the right shows no title at all

But can stand tall for every wind's blow

Afterwards, a minute is consumed

Her brain send signal to her hand

To pick that flower on her left

which looks extraordinary

For she get fascinated

by the beauty lasts only

on one's eyes

The right flower

which looks ordinary and rugged

Was ignored and set aside

Until her feet bring her

Back to her house

Few meters away

Holding the "best" pick

She has done for this day.

♥ ☺ ♥ And that what life brings. ♥ ☺ ♥