Such a Suffering!
The rough hands of a gardener watered the flower, cared for it, protected it from harsh sun… And the flower dispised the gardener for his ugly rough hands. Gardner could see the hatred flower had for him. The hatred pained his heart. The flower rejected the ugly rough hands. Gardner left in pain. The next day when sun came up, someone with slender beautiful hands touched the flower, admired its color, its delicate petals… flower glowed and bloomed with the touch of beautiful, slender hands of admirer. But the slender hands did not care for the flower like the rough hands of gardener. They cared only about ravishing the beauty of blossomed flower, for temporary sensory pleasure… The tender hands of admire plucked the flower….flower remembered the Gardner as it breathed its last breathe…
Suffering of the gardener’s share… suffering of the flower’s share… If only flower could have seen the ugly heart of an admirer… If only admirer could have seen beyond the beauty of the flower… if only flower could have seen beyond the ugly hands of Gardner…
Flower’s share of suffering… Gardener’s share of suffering… My share of tears…
