Eyes sparkling like that of hind.
Color, structure which she wears.
They are born to please the blessed,
A flower fills once life with sparkling light and pleasure,
The beauty and calmness, makes the rock also to melt.
Sparkling, bringing smile and rejoice in everyone's face,
Many around praying to hold their chosen flower,
Ornaments of pearl wore by her, formed by due drops,
Compliments her beauty, with smile on her face.
All flowers are not lucky to fill pleasure
Many might not get to any where,
Charms just dries up without a spell of word.
Flower blossoms bright and rich, portraying its power,
Delicate, innocent she, the Flower...
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