We Will Be Like The Withered Flowers
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I watch the withered flowers
With their heads hung down
As if they are guilty of crimes
Most notorious in the town
But those who saw them in the
Hours when they bloomed full
Have got much joy and peace by
Touch of petals as soft as wool
Someday old age will grip us
And we too will wither away
Dry skin hanging from bones
We will wait for our last day
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