A Dead Flower
Oh beautiful flower.
You were glowing like a queen in this world till yesterday..
And today you are lying on the ground…
When I see your plight, I am sure that success is not permanent in this world…
The plant that gave birth to you would have pampered
when you were infant.
It helped you to blossom.
The wind would have swung you to its tune.
You had bathed with other young buds
During milky full moon nights,
Your child hood was spent so happily
Without any sorrow
You shook your head to the tunes
of birds tweeting at sunrise
In a day you already have learned the hard facts of life
And have enjoyed the eternal silence of starry nights
Slowly your body grew
You became beautiful and gorgeous
Facial expression turned evident, cheeks gleamed
And a bright smile appeared
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