The flower is an art.
Have you admired it?
The color, the flower spreads
Is happiness.
The consolation of art
Is the flower’s admiration.
My layers of abstraction
Are the petals of flowers
The fragrance makes a dead alive.
The wildflower tames you not,
Doesn’t make you a captive
Of beauty,
Let the flower bloom like life
To pluck it is to speak of cruelty,
It is only an excuse.
My devotion
Is my innovation
In life.
My innovation is a new form of beauty.
Flowers are there to admire life,
A bouquet of togetherness
Spreading happiness.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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