Mother has painted the coffin brightly.
The tiny one sleeps in Sunday attire.
Onto the forehead no longer is falling
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A very heartfelt sorrow expressing poem pertaining to the child and coffin and the final journey I think. Being very tender age allowed by the destiny the poet's concern is understandable if she meant it in that sense and otherwise the poem is very good.
I lve this poem. It is about the death of a very young child. She played among the flowers, and when she passed away, the flowers sought a place nearer to her at her resting place. The flowers represent innocence.