The Duty
P Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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Flowers bloom and stay in gleam
And then fall down in utter gloom
Grieves none but Life and Beauty
Being destined ever transient
On the sobbing Mother Earth's bosom
The dead fallen flowers lay scattered
With petals quivering in the breeze's sigh
And wet with the night's tears fallen on
Unaware of what takes place
New flowers bloom by morning
With a pot of honey and pollen with them
To feed the hungry and fulfil the life-mission
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