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There was this golden chrysanthemum
shone who like the rising sun,
amidst the vast spread verdure
playing with dewdrops of nature…
Stood it under the blaze
gazing at the fiery daze
even though the tired lark
veiled behind the comforting shade!
Watching the traveler
pass by the fields
wondered it
what lies forth behind the hills!
Where doth the running stream flow
pondered
the soul of florets
seeing the gushing current go!
Dancing clouds went by
tweeting birds
broke the solitude
butterflies amused for a while
dusk brought everything
silent and anew.
Sings the gilded one
tousling her floral skirt
“The green field in which I was born
I live here until my breath last…
damp soil of my land
holds me upright lest I fall
thence Iam here until I perish
for deeply rooted Iam
in blithe!”
soumyav 