I am also a wildflower blooming by the side of the road

Flowers are a gift from the Creator to enhance the beauty of the world. Flowers from trees, fruits from flowers. Trees provide cool shade, food, fuel, shelter wood. Many times it also plays a special role in dealing with disasters. It also protects the balance of our beautiful world. The tree gives us fruit but does not eat itself. There are some trees around us that die with the gift of our fruit.

There are some trees that do not bear fruit, they are only used for fuel. Some trees only have flowers, not edible fruits. These are called flowers. There are different species of flowers. Which one is fragrant, which one doesn't smell that much.

However, the value of flowers is all over the world. Hindus do not worship without flowers. Why just worship, guests, weddings, birthdays, meetings, gatherings, flowers on any special day. There are also many neglected flowers among the different species of flowers. Which are called 'Bunoful'. Flowers that may not have a name of their own are known only as 'Bunoful'. In the forest, in the forest, along the road, these beautiful flowers bloom. Although the flowers are neglected by the people, they always bloom to enhance the beauty of the earth in obedience to the instructions of the Creator.

But the flowers do not take any worship. As if they have been neglected by the order of the Creator from the very beginning. It seems that the Creator Himself forbade us to take these flowers to the temple of any god! Do not use in any other worship! So maybe no one gives flowers in the worship of gods and goddesses. He spends a lot of money and buys different flowers from the market.

They tie roses in bundles, buy nightshade and give each other gifts. But there are many beautiful flowers in the forest, people wrap them in a group. Yet blossoms bloom, enhancing the beauty of the earth. Lots of flowers bloom on the side of the road, in the forest. It doesn't matter who caressed or not.

In the midst of such blooming flowers, we can see some neglected people in our society. Many people's lives are like flowers blooming by the side of the road. They are beautiful, beautiful, wise, well-educated, kind-hearted, kind, but always neglected. I am also one of those neglected flowers. I lived in this mortal world like a flower. No matter how beautiful and beautiful Bunoful is, people do not smell that Bunoful, nor do they tie it in a hut with great care.Yet I survived being neglected like a neglected flower. Millions more like me have been neglected, hated, humiliated and deprived from birth in this society. Yet for neglected people like us, it doesn't matter. Like Bunoful, I am alive by the grace of the Creator among all. As long as the earth lasts, a flower called Neglected Man like me will be born and blossomed along the way.