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Destiny of a Flower

World of spring blesses me
Sadness diminishes with blooms
Blushing brides dancing with grooms.
Flowering into flowers, life draws full circle
Prayers accepted yet happiness eludes me
Plucked now and then, the habit, floors me.
Places sacrosanct, lap my presence
Hair adore me to lure its men
Yet crushed and mutilated in my own den.
Lack of anonymity leading to despondency
Human nature crosses the bar
Hope survives me as spring is never too far.
Time remains dominant
Spring just confusion in mind
Transmigration, a soulful grind.
Clock wheel turns ushering blooming season
Shudder to think of bygone misery
Seeds of present again shaping my destiny.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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    Tribhawan Kaul
    Tribhawan Kaul is an accomplished and published bilingual writer-poet, based in Mumbai, India. His poems have been selected and published in 38 Indian and international anthologies, in print and electronic magazines. Many of his poems have also been translated into French. He writes poems on vast range of subjects, which bring his readers close to nature, love, compassion, and spirituality. He also writes short-stories on contemporary subjects about which he feels very strongly.

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