Monday, November 23, 2020
The Man Threw The Flower
The man threw
The withered flower,
The little child stared at it
In amazement,
Being sad and gloomy,
The loving child ran towards the flower
And took it in his soft hand,
Then he felt
The flower was smiling at him
With great joy and pleasure.
ANJANDEV ROY
Topic(s) of this poem: joy