Cactus
I have picked up a gift today,
For him on his birthday.
Not chocolates,they melt.
Not flowers,they wither.
Its a cactus. Yes a cactus.
Its not colorful..
Colorful are those which will someday fade.
Its not blissful..
Blissful are those which will someday turn sad.
It is its own kind of beautiful.
I don't know our friendship will last how long..
But it will live for a lifetime asking him to stay strong..
My gift knows no end..
It will always remind him of his friend..
My gift is unusual,but very special.
Its a cactus . Yes a cactus.
Copyright © Ankita Madiwalar | Year Posted 2017
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