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He hated flowers

 

He hated flowers...

I once met a guy
who looked older than his age
whose behavior was weird
and opinions beyond strange

He received flowers daily
bouquets of beautiful
Jasmine, Rose, Lily
but trashed all instead
"I hate flowers" he often said

I wondered where that came from
and asked him too
he said "The answer's too deep,
too dark for you"

When my curiosity would reach its peak
I would force him to finally speak
"I've just spent too long 'round flowers"
I'd wonder then, just how many hours?

Just how long would that take you
To wish flowers were out of your view?

"So you live in a garden!" I exclaimed with surprise
Just when a sad smile reached his eyes
"Never grow up" he whispered and went
After years I now know just what he meant

As I receive bouquets from fakers
and more from those I barely knew
I wish I could go back in the past
and forget flowers lie in cemeteries too

 -Palavi Karnik

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