Falling Softly — Abnish Singh Chauhan

I saw a lotus
brooding softly on a branch,
its delicate petals unfolding,
as if they had found
their place in the world.

The wind of time
blew with force,
filling the empty space
with sweet odours,
whispering stories
of its growth.

But what is it?
Why is the flower trying
to hold on to its petals,
falling softly,
one by one,
to the ground?

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