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The Flower

I am dead and still; in my journey
Through the human hands,
I smell of welcome and retirement
Of entrance and exit.

I smell of a grand marriage ceremony;
Of the poverty of a street side marigold vendor
Of despair and jubilation
Of wife and prostitute.

I smell of the death of loved ones
And of long live prayers

I am dead and still…

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