Flower
By S. Sundar Mondal
The name of the eternal light is flower.
Don't look at her,
Don't pick her up, rather....
Make yourself the ground
and plant her on your chest.
It's hard to bloom a flower,
It's harder to hold her.
If you can make flower bloom,
you can become a lover.
If you can hold her,
you can become God.
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