Honesty' of Flowers
Flowers, We…
The faithful wife of poets
The call girls of beetles
The adopted children of gardeners
Sometimes we are used in celebrations
And in the event of homage, given too
Sometimes we commence love affairs
And travel on the bouquet of brides
Sometime as demand dowry in temples
And to glorify the checks of Gods
And politicians too
What else..?
Also
We are faithful to 'Honesty'
Hence we die
the same day of our birth
poem by anushmadhu P.Bharathi
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