Padma clasped the flower……………
The pasque flower she plucked…..
Hesitatingly from the garden around the tower……..
The gardener who tended to…….
Reprimands, he did shower………
Padma,filled with guilt
Ran to her mother……….
sobbing she handed out…..the crumpled flower
“Happy Birthday” said the cute lips….
My dear mother……
Mother……….hugged her………..
Dear,why did you steal the pasque flower….?
Your hug is the treasure……….
On my day your love shower……
Padma sighed……
Her inside crushed with shame and tremor…
my HUG was more dear to mother….
Goodness why did I steal the pasque flower…..?
Rendezvous with life....... 