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from a bud…
He saw it present itself to the world. The lovely bud, in its pristine state, Entering this earth with an eminent grace. He watered it with a patience-pure, And a warm, tender care and love That only a mother for her baby has. He waited with a patient expectation Wishing its every petal to bloom with beauty. And to see it in its radiant glory! Alas, he was to see not its bloom But, its withered carcass was all he could behold. The lovely petals scorched before bloom. Oh! What grief had struck so suddenly? All these days of labor in vain, Leaving a poor man to sob in pain. My dear man, why do you grieve alone? Just look up and you will behold A new bud on its way to bloom…. ~S.R.VIDHYA~
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