I am like a flute of autumn
You play me with your unknown sublimity
I flow like the river Ichhamati
And make more green your heart
I am like the lotus of my garden
And I transform from white to pink
As I grow old
With remembrance, love and optimism.
I am like the joys of kids
Who cherish hooping from pandle to pandle
But today I am just like you
Who never believes in poem
But watch me in caustic view!
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A beautiful poetic expression. Of autumn, garden and kids finally ending into caustic view. Thank-you for expressing how others do influence and make us good or worst.