Flowers need not preach
They do not need
ever to market
their elegance,
their fragrance,
they are their own identity.
It is the artificial
with a partial glow,
with a dusted incense,
with a fake radiance
that needs someone to speak about it,
Volumes to be written on it,
The celebrities to adore it
so as to give it
a name, a fame.
Ours is now a world,
with so many words
adoring products,
with so much sounds
singing their glory,
making a fuss about
things hollow and dry
from within.
It is the artificial with a partial glow, with a dusted incense, with a fake radiance that needs someone to speak about it, Nice work. 10++++
It is the artificial with a partial glow, with a dusted incense, with a fake radiance that needs someone to speak about it, Nice work.
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It is the artificial with a partial glow, with a dusted incense, with a fake radiance that needs someone to speak about it, True Subhas, a pure one need not do it.10.