The old tenant listens to the secret whisper in the decaying flat;
'The householder change the flowers when they depressed
And she brings another bunch of fresh flowers.
I am really fed up of this monotonous routine and I wait anxiously until the day when she introduce everlasting shrubs.' Pot cried.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flowerpot-and-the-posies/
