Shubhshree mathur
Some sugar
The flower on its deathbed
Yearning for the last butterfly
Spilled some sugar on itself
..its last try
Alas! It didn’t work
The flower got burnt by
The innocent warm tea
Which couldn’t lie
Then came a visitor
A common housefly
To feed on the sugar
Now that the flower’s head
Was no longer held high
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