The flower chose to stay in her garden.
The bypasser was never in her interest.
Isn't Gardener's love all she needed!
The passerby has no wishes
to cull the flower from her garden.
He comes from the wilderness.
In his forest, wildflowers choose
whose hands they want to embrace!
Trespassing is prosecuted, they say
Saving a few memories of her smile?
That's a privilege of a wanderlust!
His soul is full of her fragrance.
Who would tell the flower
It's presence was all that was needed
To make his transient life beautiful!
Many flowers wish for a garden
when they all belong to a forest!
The wayfarer went his way.
His heart full of her charm.
The stubborn flower took a peek
at the eyes that admired,
but the garden is all she knew.
Sarva
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