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THE
END 
A snow white rose
Dewy, fragrant.
Broken off its nourishing stem
Left to wither
In a garbage heap.
A chirpy nightingale
Smiling, happy
Caught in a deliberate trap
Left to cheep in pain
In a ditch.
A beaming sun
Confident, noble
Hidden behind rain clouds
Left to nurse its pride
In solitude.
Mother Life
Giving, blessing
Starved into submission
By apathy and misuse
To lose hope and die.
~Aekta~
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