State: guilty
Petals cut of a knife blade,
I sit in elegance,
In the pinnacle of your rice bowl.
I provoke a primal urge: a starvation!
Bring zest for life,
gusto and felicity!
In those mental mists I strike!
I'm the best part of the day!
(That's exactly how I felt!)
But, at the end of the day,
I'm dying inside a dustbin.
Hidden.
Forgotten.
In the corner,
of somebody's kitchen.
Before doing for others,
Do for you.
We are here a customized piece,
of a universal puzzle,
to fill a customized purpose,
a universal one!
And that my friend,
is much more,
much more than being a tomato flower,
on someone's rice bowl.
State: redemption
By Rtr. Udari De Silva
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Ruwangi Amarasooriya says
Wowwww 😍 this is great Udariii
Jithaka says
Beautiful 🥺❤️