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Harshul Shah

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Harshul Shah

Others

The Red Flower

The Red Flower

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Born of the pieces of Earth

Pinch the crust the seed.

Slow, slow and slowly

A bud of light gushes

With a crimson flower popping out.


Rapidly the flower rises

From high and higher to wide and wider

About the greens with gushes of light

Far across the bounds it spreads away

With uprooting out all its way

Like a bunch of elephants rushing to rescue.


To all it touches goes devoid of life

For its terror is well known amongst all.

Those petals of light rush up to Heavens

Carrying those deprived souls to the destination.


Like the bits of paper playing with the breeze,

Vaporise the souls playing with the smoke.

This aggressive lively flower soon faces the autumn

With the same fate as that of the souls it took.


The scorch of the autumn rises

Overwhelms the flower around

And soon the flower breaks,

Lies dead,

Onto its birthplace.


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