At first, it is just a small bud. Quiet, closed, waiting. Then, slowly, it opens. It becomes a flower—soft, fresh, and full of life. People see it and say, “How beautiful.” They smile, they touch it gently, they enjoy its smell. The flower does not ask for anything. It just gives happiness to everyone.
But after some time, it starts to fade. Its petals become weak. Its color is not the same. Its sweet smell is gone. Maybe a strong wind hits it, or it just becomes old. Then, people stop caring. They throw it away. No one looks at it anymore. The same flower that was once loved is now forgotten. Left in the dustbin.
Some hearts feel the same way.
We give love, care, time. We try to keep others happy. We support them, stay with them, and open our hearts. But slowly, things change. When we are no longer full of energy or smiles, when we feel low or broken, some people leave. They stop seeing us. They stop caring.
The heart, which once gave everything, is left alone—hurt, empty, and broken. Like the flower, it feels useless, like it doesn’t matter anymore.
Not all flowers reach God’s feet. Some fall down and are crushed. Not all hearts are held with care. Some are broken by the very people they trusted the most.
This is the sad part of life. A heart can be pure and loving, but still be left behind. Not because it did something wrong, but because people didn’t value it.
But remember this—if your heart is broken, it means you loved truly. It means you gave something real. And even if others didn’t see your worth, your love was honest. That makes you strong, not weak.
A broken heart is not a bad heart. It is a heart that gave everything it had—even when it got nothing back.
**Subha**
But after some time, it starts to fade. Its petals become weak. Its color is not the same. Its sweet smell is gone. Maybe a strong wind hits it, or it just becomes old. Then, people stop caring. They throw it away. No one looks at it anymore. The same flower that was once loved is now forgotten. Left in the dustbin.
Some hearts feel the same way.
We give love, care, time. We try to keep others happy. We support them, stay with them, and open our hearts. But slowly, things change. When we are no longer full of energy or smiles, when we feel low or broken, some people leave. They stop seeing us. They stop caring.
The heart, which once gave everything, is left alone—hurt, empty, and broken. Like the flower, it feels useless, like it doesn’t matter anymore.
Not all flowers reach God’s feet. Some fall down and are crushed. Not all hearts are held with care. Some are broken by the very people they trusted the most.
This is the sad part of life. A heart can be pure and loving, but still be left behind. Not because it did something wrong, but because people didn’t value it.
But remember this—if your heart is broken, it means you loved truly. It means you gave something real. And even if others didn’t see your worth, your love was honest. That makes you strong, not weak.
A broken heart is not a bad heart. It is a heart that gave everything it had—even when it got nothing back.
**Subha**
