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S Savita Tyagi
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Man! O Man! Do not always nurture and protect me.
I am not just a rose delicate to be pruned and cared for.
In my bosom grow the wild flowers of sparkling beauty.
Each one wanting and needing its own habitat.
Do not over look their desire and strength
To face the fierce wind and rain for freedom
To smile and dance under breezy sunshine.
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