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The Flower (Free verse) by Bhaskaryya A flower blossoming in the distance
Appeals to my solemn eyes.
To appreciate that incredible beauty
From a much nearer picture
I start walking towards it.
A few dry leaves rustle
Beneath my hasty footsteps;
I walk over the dead.
The green nascent grass
Teeming with expectant life
Is squashed under my feet;
I trample over the living.
Yet unaware, I keep walkingâ¦
And finally I reach it.
The fragrance of the flower
Along its breathtaking opulence
Brim my senses with ecstasyâ¦
And in this spasm of uncontrollable bliss;
Heedlessly I pluck it off!
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