At a Glance
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When you wanted me
To be a flower
Blossomed in your garden
I felt pleased immensely
For getting a chance
To spread my fragrance
To all the environs I can

But my lord! When you preferred
to vase me alike in the past
I got disgusted
To have limits
To my pleasures
Confined to banquette halls
Or bed rooms alone

My groaned heart
Lost petals in the process
Thus depriving me a chance
To glance the aesthetic world
At least in a Vase form as desired,
My lord!
R.PURUSHOTHAMA RAO
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