Small Flowers
The familiarity of a flower is so small,
I love to admire and drink this alcohol.
I may at first be appalling, so splendid,
Yet now the mother in you is abdicated.
Never in this mind of a lovely lady
Do I see applause, like the raining indecency
Of a mild season, one of the efforts,
May appalling weather have comforts.
poem by Naveed Akram
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