A flower is ever alive In it's own kind In a way It reminds me Of Saint Dadhichi The effervescence of his sacrifice Reverberates through every pore Of this universe In some way His sacrifice Is a part of each of us In many ways
A flower is ever alive In it's own kind In a way It reminds me Of Saint Dadhichi The effervescence of his sacrifice Reverberates through every pore Of this universe In some way His sacrifice Is a part of each of us In many ways