A Flower's fate

a flower lived happily in a garden,
there is a small room for the warden.
a naughty boy plucked the flower,
and ran away so far.
he kept the flower in his home,
the kept place is so warm.
the beautiful flower dried,
the naughty boy cried.

poem by Vsgk Vasanth
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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