A Flower Grieves...
World utters the same forever,that,
I born to adorn the sphere,
In all its cheer and tear,
And to fill the fields that had torn or gone forever,
I too believed that,
Forgetting fragrance, fruit, and my own fate.
I bloomed and filled all hills and dales,
Till their eyes sought us first,
They took away the glory and beauty,
As they knew us in our hues and scents,
We are taken from the womb of nature,-
To cheer all up in their gaiety and happiness,
To console the poor and peer in their plights,
To fill the fields for their fair and festivals,
To stay with the frames who returned their souls,
To act as piece of pure love and devotion,
I too delighted a lot,
As all are astonished by me.
The truth is that
We are the failures of floral realms,
Without giving a…
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