Watching The Bud
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Sitting in the balcony
I watch the rose bud
Swaying in the breeze
Waiting to open up
With the first ray of
Sun and attract the bees
I watch the first ray
Of sun appear in the
East and fall on the bud
And its petals open up
Releasing sweet scents
And deep color of blood
I watch it smiling in
The air with bees and
Butterflies flitting around
In the eve when sun
Is down I find it dried
And fallen to the ground
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