Flowers with a small span of life, spread fragrance
And please the world with their beauty
They perform their duty, accepting one and all
Who prefer to use them to their desires
and passions.
Never blame God, for using them in sorrow and pain
Happily accept the joy and sorrow, as they come what way
My wish of life, I expess without any
confusion
Please turn me into a flower, after my life's conclusion.
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