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Once on a plant rose a bud of flower
In no time the spring turned it into a flower
The flower fell in love with the breeze
As it used to carry its scent far away through the trees

Many a times did the breeze ask the flower
To accompany it to a place where it would receive some honour
But the plant advised it not to go
And only enjoy swinging to and fro

But one night the flower sat on the back of the breeze
And the breeze promised that their journey would never cease
But when a small hill came in their way
Their journey came to a stay

The flower lay helplessly crying on the foothill
Remembering the swings of the spring
Now for the autumn it was waiting
As for it, a nightmare was the spring

(written~ 1996-97)