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Muskan Gond
The Flower I Waited For
16
Poetry
THE FLOWER I WAITED FOR 🌷
You knew so well...
How much I love flowers;
For just one bloom, the very first,
I waited through the endless hours.
Your ego, your vanity, your conceit...
This is all you left for me;
Oh God, why did we meet?
That’s my regretful plea.
Now you’ll never get the chance to clean the mess,
All because of your cold selfishness.
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