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Sep 2018
My little plant
I tend to you every day
I give you some sun
I pour in some water
But I do not ask for fruit
Fruit was never the purpose
The very process of you living
greening glimmering growing
In my soul
Is happiness
Pure unadulterated happiness.
Sadaf Fatima
Written by
Sadaf Fatima  F/Pakistan
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