I am a poppy flower and you soaked me in milk to know how I'd taste likeyou felt that would nourish me better. You never sawthe way I was meant to be seenYou didn't care why people adored meor my fragrance. While I looked at you with eyes of sincerity you looked at me with eyes of mischief.To you, I was not a flower in the garden but a soul that needed truth and love,not praise and attention. - Lohithaksha
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PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.