FADED FLOWER
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I am a flower, most ready to fall,
The slightest touch of wind, can pluck me
aloof;
Crazy crowd of moths, craving for honey
Humming curse aloud wing back in haste.
I
was not willing to offer my treasures
To any one in the street, that I was sure.
Keeping the cup brimming, waited all along
For the ONE to come, to sip my life away.
Season is summer, jocund jewels fill
Gardens with colours, rioting in glory;
Faded and gloomy when I make my plea
Will He notice me when He passes by?
Dr. Karickam
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