Wish O Lord! In my next birth, While deciding my fortune, Do think once Or may be twice or thrice. Dont send me In disguise of a pretty flower That attracts each set of eye. Most of them stare at me for hours, some of them touch me Without my permission, Some pluck and offer me To impress their lords, Some sell me to earn wealth, Some undress me By plucking my petals To find out their degree of love. When the gardener is not around To save me, Some of them Kiss me, Adore me, Fill their noses with My virgin fragrance... Lord, I feel fettered In the chains of beauty and tenderness! The thorns you gave Arent enough to save me. Now, when you think To send me back to this earth, Id love to be a cactus. For, Ill have the right To die virgin. ~Parul
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 06:14:02 +0000
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