My Flower
D Deepak Kumar Pattanayak
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Silent, innocent, pretty and pure;
When she speaks
Goes more silent
When she plays mischief
Looks more innocent
When she is dull and dim
Looks more beautiful
When she talks adulteration
Becomes purer than ever
Pure and simple
But love I swear.....
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