And not fade

All the creations that God has made It will remain in force and not fade Only some will be liked more and some less As we are indifferent to see and face We see the beauty from outer space Try to reason out and simply trace Its essence and contents for self use This makes life difficult and totally confuse How many children we drop at orphanage? Do we ever care about their fate and age/ In which sense they are less than flower? We have no pity or mercy to shower We love only beautiful flower But they may be rare or fewer We have no love for ordinary but beautiful That has come up for pleasing us in full Even cattle don’t harm while grazing They look at it and consider amazing They have sense of appreciation We love in anticipation of relation Some children may take birth in poor family Yet their parents may bring them up happily Not a single thought of deserting them in open We have become merciless even They may breathe in open space Sun rays may not affect their face Some one may come and look at Show some love and curse the cruel fate Not all the children may survive and last long Something may definitely go against or wrong So the flowers may fade away in the evening Their fate and chance may not be brightening