Once this plant was a discarded one,
Discarded by a road side,
Trampled by the passers-by.
So, delicate flowers may not bloom
In a beauty’s hair to sit with pride,
Or with wedded ones to merrily ride.
Thus, she will birth only withered ones,
With stripped petals poorly smile,
And often having a dry, wild smell.
Copyright © Dec. 9, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
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