POEM
When I saw you in the morning
you were happy and pleasant
keeping your head held high
like a man/woman who is elated
excited and fearless.
When I saw you in the noon,
you were bowing down
unable to hold your head high
and was looking sad and painful
which also made me sad and gloomy.
When I opened the gate after my office hours
and on my way home I was certain
that you wouldn’t be
at your place and your petals
already fallen down on the soil under
your pensive mother plant.
Our life too does have a closer
similarity like the fallen flowers….
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