“Flowers for the good and flowers for the bad,
In every flower, resides a lot of respect, love and care.”

When I was a baby, you showed me how is my garden colourful.
When I grew up a little, I gifted you to the God for making my little wishes come true.
When I was a teenager, mom added you to my hair so that I looked more beautiful.
When I was in my early 20s, you came up to me expressing love.
When I was getting married, you came up to me in the form of blessings.
When I was in the deep dark bed of lust, your petals perfumed my entire body complementing the ecstasy.
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You kept meeting me again and again for decades together with every good thing that came my way.
And then, we lost touch.
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Years later, the world adorned me with the garland again. Not with happiness. But with pain and tears. Respecting the way I lived my life. Bidding a good bye as heaven had paved a path to take me.

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