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Aug 2018
Captivated by her beauty
with a never ending symmetry.
Passer by's couldn't resist
just to get her one glimpse.

Made out of vibrant colours
She's the epitome of beauty.
The definition of elegance
She filled the world with her radiance.

But only the curious one knew
hidden inside her was a truth.
Mesmerised by her beauty
they'd pluck her out of her roots.

They'd hold her tightly
caressing her petals softly.
Trying to make sense out of
her overwhelming beauty.

Until they could finally see
the truth that was hidden beneath.
Sensing her completely now
they'd leave her trembling on the ground.

She withered in cold.
She twitched in the mud.
Trampled by the passer by's
who even refused to look at her.

Fate played her again
Leading her to her flagrance.
Because only the few of us knew
She's Dahlia,
A beautiful flower; without a fragrance.
Written by
Ashish Gaur  32/M/India
(32/M/India)   
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