that fully adorns the deity.
When dry, will have no say -
Be thrown away with no pity.
Bud at night will be in bloom -
Be with chants in a holy way.
The next day swept with broom
and further on they cannot stay.
Deity like time remains the same,
while men like flowers come and go.
Flowers their aroma, men their fame;
Those are carved in time, we know.
Prasenjit©2022
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