Shamim-Ara-Akter writes

Cactus

Cactus,
Seems strange, 
Does it tell the epic of the grave yard?
It is of very little appeal.
People think "what's so special?"
Non-bewitching, fade colored and throne banded.

Green leaves and body are mixed,
As human body becomes mud
Leaving the kin.
Nobody comes very often,
Very few are known.
The only one who comes
Is the water adder, the planter.

Cactus talks about the departed souls.
Sometimes to innocent  flowers,
It's addicted to the meditation of its creator.    

Cactus Man -- Odilon Redon