the fading concentric petals
of a deserted soul flower
needs not a sparse sprinkle
of your hard made-up effort
which quickly disintegrates
like a linear jet fast trail
though given out timely
as per orders so precise
in bold columns bundled

..rather wrinkle to dry
die savouring dropless
in a much yearned
lovable wait for priceless
showers of a natural drizzle..

wait worth a cosmic wait
no algal stenches of stagnance
no metered flow of stringence
unpredictable drops in abundance
just right to get straight or slowly seep
across each smiling petals to your nucleus

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