Lotus, The kid blossom, You begin the journey, With lots of mud, You stands up to the water margin, As a true result of striving, Then we call you, The young lotus, Yeah! my dear old lotus, You are not the ordinary, See the reality, By peeing outside the water, They are called, "The Sacred"
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Esala Gunathilake
I am an enthusiastic writer who feel the sense of humanity. Thus, I can write stanzas, short stories, novels, articles and blogs as well. I am a blog contributor for the Ananda College Engineer's Ink student chapter website.
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