Knowing that buds are cuter,
But picking the flowers formed smarter.
Like an untouched petal drawing attention of world ,
Like a fragile dew on a soften grass at dawn.
Ready to be spoilt in a fraction,
Showing off the world its non gimmick gesture in attraction.
Those eyes are like a gem to be preserved,
Expressive to bring a weep on tough look served,
Breaking the usual chain of selfishness,
nullifying the wiser hot gentry,
Fortunately someone could avail the traits of god's cementatory .
They didn't realize,
The living creatures here are classified.
Thus they dare try to acknowledge world as they are,
As judging humans is not their cup of tea so far.
As they think it is implied and humanly devine.
During their tenure in this land,
The army(tough people)has defeated marine (the sensitive ones).
The world is tough and hence we have to grow,
Is completely out of their mind as purposely they are low(humble),
Sowing a seed to share the green,
Dispersing the happiness to hide the scream(unhappiness)
Hiding emotions to gell in crowd,
Listening to make them interestingly sound,
Keeping promisses as a token trust at rest,
Bringing out own secrets to nurture zest,
Trusting folks as easy it has been,
Demanding forgiveness burning ego in steam.
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