Poem by Parmanand Mahabir
Here I am Spread,
And this is my bed.
I have painted my petals pink,
And it is the loveliest view my flower has to offer to make you blink.
Sit on my divan for an offer,
And I will let you taste my nectar;
For when tomorrow comes I will paint my petals green.
Butterfly - here have your fill - and let me dream.
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