not even our intimate tears

today when distances donot claim
all the space
and are neither able to squeeze the
the bubble of time
i wonder
why did one plant the seeds of
evergreen cactus
which flowers only when
we are tired
of growing flowers in the beds
in which we never poured water
not even our intimate tears
i think the time has come
to face the truth
of our lives
when we crave for attention
we actually cry
because we never looked at the small
things which nature
showed us and left us to try
to see
hear and feel,
but we were busy
with abosrbing
loud screams
only of those
who did not have really any time
for listening to their  inner voice