So unknown, so wild,
So blurry, So mild,
Never so sure whether surreal or vile.
Tender it grows,
slender it shows,
whenever it's strong,
the lid just blows.
The bud may blossom,
the bud may flounder,
but the memories alwyays,
remain of the finder.
--Jigar.R.Rajpura
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