And a flower
Just died today
She did wilt
Who once
Lived to hilt
Had rich essence
A colourful presence
On fault lines
Had found
It's place.
It sung along
The wild winds
songs
Through
Heat and
Dust
Survived
Weathers rough
Not in your
Gardens, or
Expensive vase
Part of a bouquet
Was not to be
Her craze
To be born free
Her fate and destiny
Now sapped by Sun
It lies upturned
Crushed in the sand
Quiet burial
Fertile land
Nalini
flower...the epitome of God worshipped by you in the appealing language for the mass...long live your divine feelings..10 marks
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I would like to translate this poem
Sweet Poem. Full marks. Comment on my poem too