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“The Amiable Blossom “

Dec 24, 2023
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By Dr. Neha Singh


       The  Amiable Blossom 🌸

Once there ,a  great time ago  bloomed an “amiable blossom “ in the greenhouse of glitters and lots extraordinary sunshine  and spring , so vibrant ,

as a symbol  of glory  ,to a plant of peony !!

🌸




To bring some brilliance, to bring some amialbleness, to bring some contentment and peace  to the greenskeeper ;

Who had that greenhouse .




And “the amiable blossom “was heavenly scented , glittering as some sun’s Gold ,so mesmerising that it seemed so unearthly .

Spreading it “ scent”

and “glaze” everywhere. 

Bringing the greenskeeper so much of good luck !!


But the greenskeeper being half -witted could not  appreciate that the “amiable blossom “ has bloomed for sake of his happiness .




He disturbed it and intertwined it ,

so unlovingly ,

as soon as all the glories and sunshine of that blossom just disappeared !

All it’s scent  and shine vanished ,

gone too soon , it died  with all  it’s splendour!  



Now it was gloomy everywhere in the greenhouse and in greenskeeper heart .

The loss was permanent and was forever .


Before the greenskeeper realised his omission , it was too late to regret !!

It was now gone , the sunshine and the amiable blossom forever and ever .



Moral -“Value people of your life ,be it your parents , your children or any other loved one;  over anything literally anything else because truly grief of seperation is inescapable !!”


By Dr. Neha Singh





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