Bouquets-

Bouquet I gave was heart of mine

Flowers represent some character of mine 

Many picked up by others garden

N some of them got nourished in kind

So, whenever gift this part of mine 

Some selects the bunch of one's 

Some will choose the one that shines 

All of it is a bunch of flowers

Which all aligned with the gist of hope 

This hope acts like a loose knot

Colour of which defines the mood of it

In the past these were tightly knit

Basis makes sight narrow and makes it like a small kit

All of it covered with a plastic sheet

Like my hard exterior shaped in a melting heat

It takes the shape of the beholder's hand 

But most of the time it gives the place to take somewhat of a stand

At the end of all , these flowers need some vases

Tucked when young, just moving around

Losing all the moist and innate essence

Stacked around smoke, feels like a changing accent

So That's why I asked you to pick n choose

As it stays longer than day or two 

-Ab