WHAT THEN
I wanted to grow in a love of flowers
I do not know, why…?
It just did not happen;
There were many flowers around me
I did not know, where…?
All of it has taken away from me;
The loneliness has imposed upon me
Against my will, why…?
I am in the verge of wither,
Perhaps I can not blossom again.
By Mr. Arun Kurkute.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Arun Kurkute.
Published on e-Stories.org on 07/21/2007.
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