Never Blossom Buds
A stick middle,
Both ends cotton settled,
Come in many colors make,
The head,the tail, two ends
Like two headed snake,
For ever going bud,
Never blossom in time life,
An ear aid,
When buds beat sweet feelings,
For a child mothers to handle,
All others with care and gentle,
They are short, smart and soft,
The cotton buds!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2016
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