O thou
wind-lashed flower,
Sadistic
nature took rapist bites
at your soft
petals,
At each bite
and cut it laughed
and licked
its blood-smeared lips,
You but
stood unfazed for
beauty and
fragrance.
The storm meanwhile
kept on
increasing its fury,
But for how
long?
It ran out
of its fuel,
And stood
panting and drained out,
When the
night and the storm died
and a
beautiful, warm, sunny day was born,
the profound
flower stood majestically resplendent!
Its
storm-lashed petals
more
beautiful than ever!
Why?
Because
never did it let
the smile go
off its face!
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