Repercussions

Taking a stroll, you find a flower quite pretty

It’s purple with a tinge of blue

Its unique, you’re taken aback

In a mundane life there’s something new

You go near it and admire

It looks back with a full bloom

As if smiling very cheerfully

In that sight there’s no gloom

You pluck it, bring it closer to your eyes

To see its petal up and close

Suddenly a friend calls you and waves

Your finger on the petal has froze

The flower falls down

And you don’t remember it

Care to know what happened next?

The story, I ‘ll continue it

After a few minutes, it lays smashed

On a dirty road

People continue to walk over it

So do insects and toads

Your intention was probably not wrong

For it did not have any repercussion on you

But ever thought about the repurcussion on the receiver of your action

That you probably did not do