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In the midst of the tensed crowd

He was walking with his head bowed

Suddenly his wandering eyes stopped

For the beauty that poped

In front of him like a flower

That blooms once in a year

To mark its presence

By breaking the silence

Just to make his heart skip a beat

To feel that moments treat... 


                                                                 - Elango

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