I am a bud,
in a meadow of flowers,
each flower,
has its smell and grace
together they
form a cluster of stars
like that in the milky way
I don’t know
how and shall blossom
or would I be
able to complete
but the old drying flower
nearby, said to me
Be yourself
don’t think of these
for your own self
the meadow will complete.
' 18th June,2007'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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