The Fate Of A Lovely Jasmine Poem by Nash Thomas

Jasmine, Jasmine,

You are like a cute baby,

The loving baby of a sweet smile,

Everyone likes to kiss you,

Everyone likes to hold you,

For mere a day or two,

When you are in bud form,

When you have a sweet smell,

But, when your shelf life is over,

You will trash into the waste bin,

Within a day or two,

Do you feel? , Do you hurt?

Do you feel? , Do you hurt?

Even if, you feel like a pity one,

We don't think about that,

As we do not have time to spend,

It's a custom,

It's a practice to put in waster bin,

Even with a number of rotten eggs,

Within a short time,

When your sweet smell is over,

We follow the custom,

Must we ask for forgiveness? -,

must we ask for mercy? -

From God for the rude style,

We have such a rude style,

Rude style in every area,

It's a permitted looting,

Like taxing the giver in the greatest,

No one can't control the same.

It's your fate, a merciless fate,

A logic less logic of nature.
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06-12-2018,12.53 PM, Kadammanitta,