I have become fond
To go for round
On real ground
In search of floral beauty
I have lost interest
With human being's test
I have failed to fallen for human beauty
As I have closely observed the treachery
I want to be near
As closely as possible near nature
I want birds to chirp around
And strengthen the sound
I shall sit in the middle
Watching at petals
Opening slowly without any shyness
I would want real peace on face
Why am I so weary of beautiful things?
I find some misses or something
Let me see bees around in hunt!
And find how they are bearing the brunt
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I have become fond To go for round