A wild flower's whisper in dark woods

In a moonlit sky stars play hide & seek
and below in the woods a pale colorless flower cries;
' The young they boycotted my birthday party and few Grasshoppers and Dragonflies visited me without an invitation.
These artless vagabonds do not know at least how to suck nectar?
They hurt me violently and scraped my soft poor petals vigorously.
The culprits disappeared like politicians without leaving me a present.

*Count your age by friends-not years
Count your life by smiles-not tears.
-Old saying

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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