mein phool hoon

I am a flower blowing in the wind. I glance around at the world around me, see all the beautiful things and smile. Suddenly the scene changes and all I see is darkness and dispair. I see children starving and crying, reaching out to hold onto something before they get blown away. I try to reach out and grab ahold of them and realize I am not able to because I am just a useless flower blowing in the wind