Forget Me Not - Poem by Champaben Mistry
I sit here,
My thirst desires to be quenched.
I know I am loved,
Forget me not.
A plant in need of re-potting,
I am this silent disgrace,
I sit and soak up the sunshine.
My palms leaves are like a jungle.
And my leaves curl.
My roots are tight, and
My thirst is deep.
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