Wild flowers

We were wild flowers,
Who carved our tombstones,
Over decisions that weren’t really ours.

We were wild flowers,
Who walked to cementaries,
Carrying baggages filled with regrets.

We were wild flowers,
Who lit our pages,
Over the fire of lovers
Who didn’t belong to us.

We were wild flowers,
Who bloomed back from
Our own ashes,
After fighting all the wars.

~Dipang Ghosh

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