My Flower

by Venkat


O flower, you hold tight
To your mother’s arms
Your beauty exposed, warms

O flower, are you proud
Of your strong mother
Or glow in your own color

O flower, are you shy
From this fame, of birth
Or vain, touched on your girth

O flower, are you afraid
Of losing your mother’s grip
Or fear those hands that clip

O flower, of deep feeling
I hold you not ever, in my touch
Yet seeing your mind, I hold much

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