When a star bloomed in my garden
I watched from far
Wondered, if I could gift you
A sight of this flower..
Deep are its hues
Heart it has, of gold
From me to you, can it reach
By its stories, untold..
Morning it has unfolded
By evening it shall wither
How can you set your eyes
On its petals tender..
How incomplete is my garden
How very insipid is it, sans you
Come to enhance, come to flourish
Come, my florets are dying without you..
~Manjuri~
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