My poem, A bud blooms over time and dies.

ahlawat

Most beautiful moment in the world,
In which there is no competition of creation,
It's a creation we can't forget,
I can't imagine my life.

But God has given the construction work to everyone,
The bud begins to bloom on the plant,
It grows over time,
And then dissipates over time.

One bud gives a lot,
She shares all the happiness of her life with us,
She does not think to make her day very beautiful,
Thinks of others all the time.

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Comments

jakaria
You can write neatly in a very beautiful way. This is the real tree God has created for us. That tree always helps us. thank you @Ahlawat