Lost Poem by Shilp Malpani

Lost



I can hear the sound
In the fast lanes,
Eager to make an impression
In a powder of dust

Lost somewhere in translation,
From buds to flowers,
Now they just can wither
Never to blossom

Friday, February 17, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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