What is flower to thee
The shines of sun
Bestowing the glow
The petals asking
For bees to know
A grief they carry within,
with voiceless chords;
they perish underneath
the white snow.
The tiny pearls
like diamonds
they flow,

what a sorrow
it would be
If flower weeps
Departing from owner
To glorify the patch
Of a different row.

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Nandini