Flower
A Anjandev Roy
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The sweet flower of my mind blooms in the beautiful spring,
I walk with great rhythm,
After a while I feel slight discomfort,
I want to know the reason,
So I scrutinize the glorious flower minutely
And see one of its petals has not yet flourished,
The Petal is still weak and feeble,
It needs the gentle and nutritious breeze of the great season.
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