POETRY
A Lone Flower
Poem
Amongst the wicked weeds and the soft blades of grass, stands courageously, a lone red flower.
Some time back, it would get affected by a mere prick of a dry hay.
Now, it is unaffected by the chafing summers and twilit winters.
Even the exuberant rains and evanescent spring don’t delight it anymore.
It remains stoic, with silent dignity. It remains quiescent, with a pleasant demeanor.
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