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Beauty in the crevice of Nature

A beautiful flower,

Nested in the Castle  rocks,

Radiating the beauty around.

I can’t think near-perfect delicacy.

It looked like the belle of the ball.

How dubious is the nature to install flower in the rocks?

Is it the feed of love that made an alluring flower to bloom?

I spurred into grudges,

That my watering never bloom,

Staring  at Castle rocks, staring at the skyscrapers ,

I wonder the space bigoted for the flower to fructify.

The besieged space has left no earth for the blossoms to burgeon.

My repetitive look mercied the flower for thy shall be the reason for your rocky stay.

                                            Geeta.S.Upase.

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  1. So true
    In Marathi we say เค•เคฎเคณ เคšเคฟเค–เคฒเคพเคค เค‰เค—เคตเคคเฅ‡
    In life you see so many humans fading away inspire of living in a conducive environment
    On the other hand creative talents emerge out of nowhere

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