Every flower is Gets withered,
Gets withered by blizzard,
Either placed outside or in pitcher,
Each and every petals get slithered!
Same as human heart,
Its get out blurt,
When afraid, they snort,
But symbolises others with curt!
But be like a flower made up of iron,
Which is like a imaginary Zion,
Once try it, you'll be conspired,
It will fill you with beauty attired!
©rakhi
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