Full-on assault on the senses.
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THE LILY BY GAITEE ARA SIDDIQI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87
The deep red crimson lily
Beckons from a distance
And I am drawn to it
Like a moth to a flame
Its tongue hangs out
Panting for breath
Demanding a sip of water
To relieve its parched throat
A direct, full-on assault on the senses
With its delightful fragrance and colour
A beauty like no other! I exclaim in wonder