Little Flower Of Forest - Poem by Pintu Mahakul
I am a little flower of deep forest
I do ever blossom, never take rest.
I am a flower of garden of God,
I am a beloved one, ever secret pod.
I grow on muddy, sandy sod,
I raise my head, never fall in nod.
I am covered with petals of wad,
I am never worried for a clod.
I grow up with my own care
Do not know fragrance, goes truly where.
Nobody stands near, I do not stare
While wind blows I twist in fair.
I do sit in the lap of green forest
I do never stay in state of sorest.
I am a flower in garden and smallest,
Tiny soul although I am, still I am strongest.
I do not think back at all my trod,
In wind I do write, I do new prod.
Among flowers I do try to be softest,
My voice is sweet never it is hoarsest.
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