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The Wildflower

By Neeta Agarwal Doshi


The hills are vast and massive,

And create a view so impressive

On it, trees, grass, and vegetables can grow,

It looks beautiful, whether in rain or snow.

Moss also creeps in, as it does everywhere,

It needs so little after all, very less light and air.




Inanimate seemingly but a thriving biome,

Hills are imposing, with their size and volume.

Yet, the wildflower finds its way and blooms,

Its scent wafts on the breeze to dispel all gloom.

Its vibrant colours add beauty to the monotone of the hills,

Along the slope, on the summit, or beside the quaint rills.

It does not seek validation or demand anything from others,

It just follows its natural instinct to bloom and spread cheer!


By Neeta Agarwal Doshi




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