Once again updating after months.... For Week #24 Prompt "I smashed the flowers on the footpath" For my Didun….. She had an uncommon ability To tread gently. A unique art. It requires a soft nature, softer than What is trodded on. She hopped and skipped past And brushed them softly away A nature of a monk. Tenderly she collected them In her open basket of old cane Only those that had fallen Never tearing the ones attached Still throbbing with life blood. She urged us to join her But we were young and silly With rudimentary wisdom But as we watched her and when The play of the conch stirred us We remained still for a while. Inescapably time caught on She grew very old from pretty young And senile from always agile And as though all those delicate forms Of all those years had seeped into her soul She was fresh to be trampled on. For Week #25 Prompt 'Cliches' (This poem won the 2 best rank and pleased me of course :D) Settled / सेटल्ड फर्स करो सड़क नहीं चट्टा
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