Flowers, Anthers, and Leaves.

Flowers.
Anthers.
Leaves.
Pink and green,
so delicate,
yet so beautiful; though made out
of crepe paper,
they gave out
a lovely fragrance,
of dedication and hard work,
which lured my -
heart, mind, and soul;
that I could only click
to cherish it forever,
till the last,
breath.

The picture is an artwork by my niece Shreeya Sastikar, daughter of older brother +Mangeshanand Sastikar and sister in law +Anagha Sastikar, which I truly appreciate. 

Apart from that, a poetry of Wordsworth, which I read from her school text book, inspired me to write this small poem. 

Am sure, at her current age (13) I was a plain dumb. :)

Cheers to you dear child. Am sure your parents are proud of you.