Flower's love
Sepals of flower at bud;
Not for a petal, but for all
Nurturing love at birth;
No piority that it might fall.
Leaning help, I bloom;
And I start to think
Forever, we'll not part even at doom
And I bloomed gracefully in a wink.
Not for long, I beautify the scenery,
Bees wishper to my ears;
And the silent words, I hears.
I was late, and it tear;
And I fell, everyone had seen,
My petals, I needn't fear;
And tears, it had been.
poem by Penky Yumnam
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