Overstated

A bulb of ego can sprout in verse and  sky
As water would hit India’s bottom of wind
Its hills shedding the tears of virgin’s loss.

The grass lily’s color hits you in the navel,
Just woke from sleep of temporary fugue.

In your camera view , it is unearthly color
Where the flowers are simply overstated.

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