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THE BLOOMS : SONNET 99

There grows a garden on the bed of peace,
Where simper merrily the blooms of love;
With hearts in offer of friendship effloresce
Truth and piety within and smiles above.
With hums of humanity on all lips,
The whole gets radiant with floral delights;
In service of others where pledged are lives
Stack'd up with virtues, glow'd up in divine light.
And stand the blooms together proudly ever
Through ruthlessness of many falls and summers; 
Unhurt, unbroken they play about in cheer
Through buffetings of many storms and raiders.
            Invincible they grow in amity;
            Will bloom forever they in gaiety. 

-- N. P. SAMAL 

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  1. Unknown14 February 2021 at 21:47

    The above sonnet is one of the best and finest sonnet till date.

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