I saw a beautiful garden,
With lot of flowers like Paradise.
Suddenly bud blooming into age,
And happy with neighbours.
The flower have dual options,
That one is sacrifice yourself
Like aged to died in the plant,
But soon have second birth from seed.
The second is sacrifice of plant,
It's very painful because depart.
Like spreading seeds from flower by air,
To settle down in Newland for little happy.
Don't conflict with dual option,
Because that is life.
If you need something,
You must sacrifice something
By
Gokulasakthi. C
M.A ENGLISH