𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿

I am a wilted flower
Oh! my beautiful petals which has fallen off
Passion of imparting happiness finally terminated.
Remembering that jolly rejuvenated period in my evergreen memory
Passing on that sunny aura nearby being the only part.
Thankful to that old man watering me day n night
Absorbing his sorrow was my only pay off.
With each falling petal lies a story of friendliness
Yet the unknown passerby call me a futile resource.
With each passing day, the remains incorporating in that barren soil
Eventually, rose a bud with green lustrous potency to surpass the sky.

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𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 ?
Smiles on face awaiting the future ahead
Hopes so high breaking the past traumatization
Environment the same- mysterious n tempting
Signs of treachery preying on her observantly
Expectations cloud touching yet the fear dragging it down
The wounds once closed surfacing slowly but surely
Now the cracks large enough to break the longing in two
Will it ever be enough trying to be the best version of you?

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Hard.. A word so common to the ears
Excuses following those unfinished jobs.
Error... The ever repeating human act
Amends masking the very purpose.

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Shackles binding my feeble feets
Key to which lies in my accomplishments.
The sorrow, the pain, the miseries
since an infant till the achievements
Fairytales involving helpful witches
yet no aid for this imprisoned princess.

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Abhi

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Abhi

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Ahh!! these chameleons
best creature made by the almighty.
Explaning us the true nature of all species,
Showing it's change in situation with clarity.
But these humans fill the gaps in ecstatic moments,
Leaving in need or speaking evil n later on showing fake sympathy.

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How does it feel.....
When the thing u wanted n fought for,
stands right in front of u
knocking continuously to break through the barrier,
But u forgot to make the path for it
even after u promised to welcome it.

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Why to thank u, for ur existence in my meaningless path of life,on a single day
When I can cherish ur love each day all over again.

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Through the miseries,
survived a rock too strong
Rolled n coated with all the stuffs.
Once a crusher came in its path,
gave it a scar too hard to pass.
Still it rolled down the path,
just to hit by another circumstance.
Cracked open by the continuous lash,
Now the stone has broken apart.

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