Anonymity of a beautiful flower

...it was not in my dreams,  first i saw this beautiful flower....

to leave the seduction of sleep and to woke up. Neither some one had plucked it for me, nor it was so alluring. Even then it flowered in the night, stand past the gale, dazzled in the breeze, sprayed its fragrance. with those whom i knew, i asked many a times its name,......... everyone sees it and likes it..But know one exactly knew what it was.... when it was there its eternal and no one really appreciated it and when it isn't ............... that's when i exactly saw it.