Bud Poem by Md. Asadullah

Bud

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Fiery sun glimmered
From mornig till noon.
Then it drizzled all night
When came watery moon.

Environment was conducive,
Soaked and sunned was mud.
Mystical & magical moment!
Came into bieng tickly bud.

But something went wrong,
Frail being never bloomed.
Scarce water or poor light?
Bud wilted and was doomed.

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