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Flowers were once beautiful,
But they have lost themselves now.
The beauty they had were temporary
Now they can’t feel proud of it.
The dead sticks are bare of them,
Seeing them, no one praises.
The beauty can’t be regained,
Because the limited time was fixed for it.
On this earth nobody is beautiful forever,
But one thing is very beautiful
That is your simplicity,
Which can’t be destroyed by the masses.
No song will play for your beauty,
Oh dead flowers because your simplicity
Was not in you ever.
Pushkar Bisht
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