Wild Flowers
A Anjandev Roy
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Beside the rail line
The wild flowers shine,
But nobody is kind,
Everybody stays behind.
The passers-by indifferently go by the side,
The flowers think it a pride.
One day a man takes a bold decision;
He picks a flower without any mission.
Soon he comes back home smiling
And finds everything in his house glittering.
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