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Poem -- Flower


Flower


Hushh! They’ll hear you 
Crying inconsolably 
as you see all you had leaving you
Sobbing 
As you see your dreams crashing
 
Smile, they’ll say 
            For you still have a lot stored for you
There are so many reasons 
for you to be grateful, for you to 
Be happy

But what if 
the only thing you ever loved
Is gone
Forever
And your heart is broken up into 
A million pieces?


So hushhh, you
Flower
What’s gone was never meant to stay


No matter how bad 
Your heart
Yearns to grab it again.


The district sleeps
As you mourn 
tonight

All alone.

Rhea Batra

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