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Articles: Poetry | A Proud Flower
- Mrs. sharmila Sanka
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I am a tiny proud flower that grows like a tower
when the bees dive in to my love,
when your beloved proposes to you with me in his hands and
when I ultimately reach the feet of the Lord.
I am a shiny being with the snow bopping on me with pride
But when the Sun rises, the chubby snow shivers and turns in to thin water
and bids me good bye for ever
Then, my tower like pride collapses with utter disappointment.
When the Sun sets, my pride awakes again
forgetting all the happenings with the Sun’s rise.
Do you realize the pain I feel when you squeeze my neck?
Do you see the tears my invisible eyes dispense?
You give me away to your beloved with a smile
Don’t you know my beloved cries when I am alienated from her?
Before my clan becomes extinct, you better know
I have a life like yours in which my heart resides and loves.
Let me live as a tiny flower and grow like a tower with pride.
'A noble life is worth taking pride in itself.'-Sharmila Sanka
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