They have sperated me
from my Leaves,from my stem, from my Roots.
Because I am enough beautiful
So that they can sell me.
My petals are sprinkled on his bed
So that he can get pleasure out of me.
So that he can touch me ,
he can smell me.
They have sperated me.
I become old
Wrinkles are there,
My complextion becomes dark,
My cheeks are no more pink .
Now they are waiting for buds to grow into beautiful flowers
So that they can sell again
They have sperated us ,
from our leaves,from our stem,from our Roots.
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