Riddle Poem-3
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Yes I matter
People call me flower
Some rose and some sunflower
I may be fairly called
I may be fitly called
Or I may be properly called
I am served summons
I am lodged complaint
I am hold accountable
I am hold responsible
Also I am complimented
With sweet bouquets
I am remembered
When lost wind moans
On me holiness bestowed
And I am christened
Lest to the world
I might remain unknown
Yet I am what I am
I own all of mine
But others use it more
Than I do
What then is it my dear?
When lost wind moans On me holiness bestowed so is it mother?
As far as I understand it's description of a beautiful spouse who turns her/his face towards the life partner, a sun for whom he/she becomes a sunflower..........10
Your riddles become more complicated Deepak! This time no guess.....accepted defeat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this really a tough one.........but i guess it is a women..........but really an interesting riddle.