A Flower
It is a beautiful Flower, innocent,
don't show it your face, fraudulent,
Don't pluck it for your joy,
it is a living thing, not a toy,
Don't decorate it in your Room,
please don't write its doom,
Don't crush it, its world may shook,
it is not it all a shelf book.
Let it live and shine the world,
its the Majesty of this fragile world...
Bhat Aijaz©
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