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Mar 2014
Most, they saw the flowers' growth
how beautiful they were
their sweet scented blossoms unravelled
and fed the people and their pleasure

But there were few who knew what lay beneath
few who knew of the mother's grief
and while their sweet scented blossoms unravelled
the little angel below rot to dust and filth
Kathamrita RK
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Kathamrita RK
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