Lips Of Flower - Poem by Aftab Alam
lips of flower: -laugh of fragrance,
Thorn-pricky: -curse of ignorance,
'O' Men and Women!
'O' My Brethren!
Why ye can't see and grasp?
Ah! What a natures boon,
Why, I am burning at this noon?
I am frustrated,
I am astonished,
I prithee- -
Ask to self, ask, ask
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