A flowerpot and the posies

The old tenant listens to the secret whisper in the decaying flat;
'The householder change the flowers when they depressed
And she brings another bunch of fresh flowers.
I am really fed up of this monotonous routine and I wait anxiously until the day when she introduce everlasting shrubs.' Pot cried.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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