A Eucalyptus flower
Strewn by the wind,
Lay bare of his glory
And the past was so distinct.
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Like a dying and defeated king
Now hardly he could breathe,
Mumbling all he could do
Through his hot nostril-wind.
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His musings took a last flight
Of wind, bee and kite.
When he played time and again
With anthers as message, which was in disdain.
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| Sivalik hills from distant, geologically unstable, still in formation |
Messages dropped on
Were entangled in the web of hair,
Dark as black hole
To his dismay and despair.
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