Hibiscus

Just like how the Hibiscus flower blooms every morning only to lose its life in the evening...

Just like how beauty is embedded in the soul, features may all be the same, poetry's understanding and feel is embedded in the soul, words may all be the same.

That Hibiscus flower, it may be beautiful to all but no one really cares about its outer appearance for if they did it's death would bring tears but what they yearn for is the fragrance of its dying beauty.