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Jun 2020
Saintly Plants

I whisper to my saintly plants, they have  always listened to my loads of woes without getting irritated a bit.

I  water my saintly plants whenever I feel they need it,   they have never taken  more than what their bodies demand.

I live amidst my saintly plants, they never shown any resentment to my ghostly presence.

I pluck fruits and beautiful flowers that adorn their  branches as if I owe them as a matter of right;
They  have never stopped producing them, in protest.

I trust the silence of my saintly plants more than the preachings of any human saint.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
53
     Elena and Fawn
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