Flower is the precious gift of love
We give to dear ones and deities
We love most in the life of the world!
Street urchins sell flowers around
Who can be made into my fair lady
By linguistic professor of G B Shaw!
In literature it is possible but not in life
That I think about whenever I see the urchins
Disturbing in the beach every evening!
Yes, fools prepare the feast for the function
And wise men always eat it served by them!
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