Just Nature

Going from flower to flower,
To feel the fragrant they shower,
Find in their colors a sense of delight,
Keep, they, me in a happy flight,
Adore I their freshness and charms,
Receiving all hearts with open arms,
Their hearts treating everyone the same,
No edge for the caste, no status no name,
In all my troubles, and miseries mine,
I come to you and feel all fine…..

poem by Jahan zaib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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