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Garden Flower

Hey, readers :)

Here I am sharing with you another poem that I wrote, around 2 years back. I have published it before on Watstory but also here so all of my poems are in one place. 

Esperando Que Les Guste...


In a garden, a flower bloomed with a different hue,
It was as pure and fresh as a morning dew.

Full of tenderness and kindness to offer,
That is valued more than any gold-filled coffer.

A fragrance that took one to a utopian place,
Where everyone is gentle and shows grace.

But as it is said “one bad apple spoils a bunch”,
That’s what happened when they let it scrunch.

Soon it lost all its shine and vigour,
And then the day came when it started to wither.

All it needed was some rain and sunshine,
But all it got was pain and no one to call mine.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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