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My Diospyros Lotus

Round, lilliputian Diospyros Lotus, bell-shaped �
Veiled in scales, a feeble shield �
Yearns for its gardeners� tender care �
Nurture it, to grow, fully fledged �
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The not so divine fruit clings to life�s agony �
Roots entrenched in the soil of chaos �
Its fragile stem, xylem strained �
Carries arid minerals to the leaf bud �
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I weep for its struggle to survive �
Hoping my pearls might help it thrive �
Yet all it does is worsen its plight �
As it gazes at me with pity �
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Perhaps I've stifled it, smothered its breath �
Deprived of oxygen, it stands alone �
Its fruit, like a distant dream, so far away �
Leaves droop low, a mournful view �
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I kept ignoring its pleas, while it �
Rots with every smoke that assails �
Throbs with every hand that plucks �
Quivers with every touch that inches �
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My conscience�s seed, witnesses it all �
A silent judge, withering slowly �
As I pretend to tend for a plant in a storm �
Waiting for raindrops to cleanse the dry petals �
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Open its scales, let new leaves unfurl �
Unfold and grow, strong and full � �
Blooming beautifully, a fruitful sight �
Its scars, pure and flawed, enduring monsoons