But then,
from a delicate bud
She blossomed
Into the most beautiful flower
With thorns.

/Womanhood transition//

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I am losing out
all my petals
just to be a bud.

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She: Don't worry, bud.
He: Okay, flower.

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I am not a flower,
Bloomed to its beauty!
I am not a flower,
Butterfly would select!
I am just a bud,
Waving with dreams...
That I would bloom,
Someday.. perhaps!

I am not a divine light,
Blessed to its beauty!
I am not a divine light,
Reflection would select!
I am just a sunshine,
Waving with Divine guidance...
That I would be blessed,
Someday... perhaps!

"Idealistic thought"

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As a bud,
I always
wanted to bloom
Into a beautiful flower,

Least knowing,
that I will be
plucked soon

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Even the flower bud
does not know where
it is going to be tomorrow,
at a funeral
or a party.

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We are buds
struggling for a better future
belonging to the same species
but sharing Mother Earth.

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True love, I'd say.. is 'budding'
and not 'blooming'
Because
blooming is always
followed by 'withering'
But in budding there's always
a chance to grow,
develop and blossom !

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"Dear Bud,

Last night when you called at 2:16 am having no particular talks in store but a feeling of reaching out to me I giggled like a baby. I couldn't believe you would someday break a barrier of formalities and do what you find is right at the moment."

(READ IN THE CAPTION)

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Somedays you find me in a book, a withered rose you kept and forgot;
other days you see me in a bud, about to bloom
you planted and nurtured.

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