As the summer comes.... I sit by the mirror Sweat starts to form, It's not because of the heat It's my nervousness that beats. My mind feels heavy And at the same time It feels hollow again. What should I tell you How a flower gets all the love But the stem gets none Even when it helps it to balance, When the thorns get hate, But they save the flower From every blood thirsty animal Found in the air and On the land. What should I tell you, When the one who does the work Is not even the main~ -Lavender Daisy (Palak Solanki)