Without love

For her love is a word

full of emptiness

she fails to

understand

its language

it's too preachy

for her likings

For a little girl

whose father

left her when

she is too young

to even shed a tear

when it's her time

to marvel at the flowers

she is forced to

mourn with them

if at all

she knew

their pain

as they watched

her confused face

but she grew

she learned to act

and learned to frown

she paid her dues

Now she's thick

as a bark

bold and bare

but she's

not without love

What was snatched

from her from the very

beginning

is now returned

in the songs of

egrets and buzzards

only that

A lotus cannot grow

in clean waters

as much she wants to

But when she blooms

people look at her

in amazement

forgetting

what's around

only she knows

what she's been through

But in the end

a lotus she is...

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