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And destined to live and die
In this land of thirsty sand
On which happiness rarely rains!
I lack fragrance and beauty
Unlike the rose and chrysanthemum
Perhaps that is why men
Counted me not among flowers!
I see them bask in raindrops
And they dance, at ease,
To the tunes of soft breezes;
It strikes me through!
I get inspired
And try to uplift myself;
But I am crushed down
Even Before I do so!
Written by: Santosh Kumar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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