Little Flowers

You watched and caught a little flower,
Mouths smiled as you sought help,
The favours of a designed cloth
Shake me in the bruises, the clothes.
Zip your worry, and spin the august seeds
To watch the plants glow as they grow.
Burgeon and be happy, like an user of a garden,
The innocent, the blessed, the authority.
You may cry for the wont of more,
But are you resting your soul on this?

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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