dissection


flower

 The lone flower
On the edge of the valley
By the lake
Nodding it’s head
In the monsoon wind
At the tip of a thin tall stem,
Violet
With it’s full range
Nobody planted it
The seed sprouted and grown
To a full plant
I want to know you
By withering the petals
Reaching deep into you.

 

 

 

*Indira SadaNandan

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