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Atrophy

In the midst of flowers,
Stands its heir.
Trading them for few bucks,
Desolated and detached.

Festive week, season of love.
Essence of romance all over,
There she lies
adorning someone's love
with red roses.
adding spark to people's love,
instead keeping her own in dark.

There she lies
Lost and lonely,
Flowers be her only companion.
whose petals she holds
and essence she breaths.
she wants to blossom again,
But she fears.
She fears to be tugged again.

There she lies
like a flower,
beautiful & adorable.
But lifeless.
Like a flower which is stepped,
Worthy not enough to be picked.




Comments

  1. Unknown11 February 2017 at 23:12

    Loved it da.. I am seeing an author in you. Do continue writing. My prayers be with you

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  2. Unknown11 February 2017 at 23:12

    Loved it da.. I am seeing an author in you. Do continue writing. My prayers be with you

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  3. Godfather12 February 2017 at 06:18

    Hebbi da... Copyright bechnu na

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  4. Vivek Pradhan13 February 2017 at 18:06

    thanx brother haru.

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  5. Unknown18 February 2017 at 03:48

    This one 😘😘😘

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  6. Vivek Pradhan18 February 2017 at 18:26

    Thanx @bijaya

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  7. Unknown3 March 2017 at 18:54

    Nice my da

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  8. Unknown14 July 2018 at 02:16

    I really loved this one.. it has a story...

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