They told me I’m a flower, tender, pure and fragrant.
They told me I’m a flower, butter to touch and bliss to the eyes.
They told me I’m a flower, delicate and feeble.
They told me I’m a flower, a mere ornament, a prize, someone else’s possession.
They told me I’m a flower, and they could trample me whenever…
They told me I’m a flower but infact I’m a raging flame.
I’m luminous and strong and not anybody’s to take.
I am warm and I give you light
But test me not! I am fire and it won’t take me long to set your life ablaze..
Neeti Shrestha 
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Thankyou. I will.
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