I am
a bitter flower;
my father
planted the seed
and my mother,
was the earth
that bore me...
tended and watered,
I try to
bloom for you
everyday,
but wilt
in the thorny trappings
of a steel garden.
Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/11/2005)
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beeautiful concept and very true......:D
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