Wild am I ?
Am I not groomed ?
Am I not fit to be your garden's bloom ?
Am I not elegant enough, to grace your vase ?
Am I not precious, to live in your heart ?
Am I not pious enough, to be placed on an altar ?
Are not my pollen sweet, for butterfly to gather ?
Am I not a photographer's delight ?
Can I not be an artist's pride ?
If I am loved and hugged by dew..
I really do not care, who are you ?
Earth smiles as I sway..
So you can just get out of my way !
I am a child, of my mother nature..
What the hell you think and do..
Does not matter !
~Manjuri~
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