In a fragrant garden many flowers grew But one flower grew alone in a tiny corner No one saw her heart, her wounds and her pain Every day the gardener would water the flowers But only to her would sprinkle over her a little acid rain Day by day she started to shrivel and tremble The daily doses of acid rain started to take its toll Eroded with holes all over her sensitive soul She took her last breath and died all alone
Rita F. Kurian
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